#i guess i should make a new tag for writing?? never needed that huh

[birdyverdie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Darkest Dungeon (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crusader/Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), Crusader & Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), reynauld/dismas Characters: Crusader (Darkest Dungeon), Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), Dismas (Darkest Dungeon), Reynauld (Darkest Dungeon) Additional Tags: Religious Content, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Reynauld reads from his versebook and Dismas listens, thats it thats the fic Summary:

Failure rests heavily on Reynauld’s shoulders.

No matter his cries of encouragement, of motivation and calls for a stalwart heart, the gurgling calls of the fish-folk became too much to bear on him and his allies. It’s with a heavy mind, and a sort of trance that he walked out of the transept, past the rowdy tavern, past the barrack lounge and up the stairs to his shared room.

A few paces from the door, he could hear the rhythmic shing! of a whetstone filing metal. It brought him comfort, but it also made him freeze.

Or: Reynauld fails at an expedition. The only thing that could possibly soothe his mind is praying at the transept, but that wasn't enough. Dismas however, is enough.

[kangen-wanshi]

hello could you write a one shot on Grusha where he falls in love with a shy challenger who is chilly and owns fire pokemons please

Audience ft Grusha

Grusha has met a lot of trainers who come to Glasedao to challenge his gym before. You might be the one who finally ignites his interest in battle after a long time.

Tags: fluff, reader has a pyroar

"Are you alright?"

You flinched, nearly tripping on the snow if it's not for your Pyroar who you've been leaning on for the past couple of minutes.

This seems to have surprised the stranger as well. His hands instinctively went over in case you fell, only for you to never reach neither his arms nor the ground.

"Y- yeah! Yes. Mhm." You quickly answered, still holding onto your pyroar as you tried your best to not look at the stranger.

You've been trying to avoid talking to random people so far, by hiding behind your pyroar. You're only here to challenge the gym. No need to hold a conversation with anyone, right? Right. The gym test is over so.. There's no way no one would pull something like the event back in Levincia.

Pulling you out from your massive worrying train of thought, the man cleared his throat in an attempt to possibly gather his own composure back. Without looking at him, you know he still has his attention on you.

"I saw you.. Standing here for a long time now. Not particularly doing anything. Are you..—"

"No- no! I'm not someone weird I promise-" you cut him off, now slightly panicking just from the first few words he spouted from his mouth. "I'm just uh.. Waiting for the gym leader! The lady at the front says they should be here so uh, I'm.. Waiting for them.."

You slowly let your words die down as you finally looked up to him. At first glance he seems ethereal. Long lashes, big eyes and beautiful blue hair. Had it not been his rather heavy voice, you would assume that the person standing before you is a lady of sorts.

".. As I was saying." He doesn't seem surprised by your sudden outburst. Which makes you embarrassed even more after being possibly caught staring.

"I was just informed of a challenger waiting for me, so naturally, I was about to confirm whether you're the new challenger or not."

Oh.

"It seems like you are, though. By your bold confession." He chuckled.

You can feel your cheek heating up. Not sure if it's because your Pyroar is nudging you, or because the man's small laughter is absolutely melting your heart with his closed eyes smile.

It may sound weird for someone you just met but.. You really want to see his smile now.. 

"Uh- Ah, Yeah I, I guess that's me." You nervously chuckled back. "Well there's.. Not a lot of people out here in Glasedao so.. I guess that would be pretty obvious, huh?"

"Mm. News go 'round fast here though. I'm sure some people will come to watch the battle." He hummed, tugging his scarf up before walking past you towards the battle arena.

Wait more people-?

You thought you could escape the crowd and fight the gym leader in peace, unlike every other battle that occurred before. But it seems like fame will follow every challenger that steps into the field.

"Don't worry, we'll end it quickly." He immediately continued, catching you off guard as you peeked up to him standing next to a Cetoddle. "You don't seem like the type who likes crowds much, don't you? If you want, we can end the battle quickly before people can gather around. And besides, your friend there seems like they're eager to fight."

His Cetoddle chirped at your Pyroar, which triggers a low growl as it turns to you.

You can't really tell how he figure that out so quickly, but with the glint in his eyes, and possibly the smile hidden underneath his scarf, you can tell that when he said you'll end the battle quick, it won't necessarily mean that he'll let your fire fellow melt all of his team with ease.

Somehow with just a nudge from your lion pokemon, and the gym leader pulling out his own pokemon, the trainer senses you kicked in, and you're ready to end this battle quickly so you don't have to deal with the crowd.

Unbeknownst to you, the gym receptionist who has been watching your interactions from the sidelines smiles as he never sees Grusha so eager to battle a trainer before. Putting his phone back in his pocket, perhaps, the gym leader can battle without an audience for this one time.

[yandere-daze]

have you ever think about people who might be defending themselves not to reblog because they have a right to decide or something? this has been bugging my mind... no offense to anyone though, sorry, and love your works !

Rant incoming, just as a warning lol

But yes, obviously people have the right to decide if they want artists and writers to keep being motivated to post works on here for free or not.

As a writer myself, I just don´t understand the rationale behind it. There is literally zero reason not to reblog. It takes just as long as leaving a like and if you have zero patience to type out the tags then you don´t even have to necessarily to do that ( even if I will literally love you if you do!)

Likes do and mean nothing. They´re the equivalent of being left on reading after writing a long and heartfelt message.

Reblogs help our words getting spread around and actually show us that people care about our posts and want us to keep doing them.

But why have some people decided that they just refuse to do the thing the entire website is built around that would actually help their favorite blogs to stay motivated?

They have the choice not to reblog anything but it´s a selfish one and they better not complain when they get blocked or their favorite creators stop posting.

Just think about it: People ( me included) take hours out of their busy lives to write something and then post it because they want people to read and enjoy their works.

Writing sometimes takes hours of time and effort and it´s not always easy. If we were just going to do it for ourselves there would be no need to type out all of it out because the main fun part of the creative process to me is just daydreaming about an idea I had.

Actually putting it into words to tell a compelling story is tough and takes lots of patience. But we do it anyway because we want to share our ideas with other people, we want to talk about them with others. We want to ramble and fantasize about different scenarios. That´s fun.

It´s only natural to want at least some sort of feedback after spending so much time on something. And then it just hurts when people refuse to reblog your posts for ctually no reason at all, other than that they´re lazy or think a reblog is something super rare and special that only the "best" posts get to benefit from.

( Seriously, I don´t understand the sentiment of "Oh I really liked this but I didn´t like it enough to actually reblog and share it with other people. I don´t think the author should get any recognition. Oh but they better keep writing anyway and fast!")

At this point, rambling about ideas in a friend´s dms feels way more fulfilling. You guys have no idea of all the extensive rambles I went on with Korka that most likely will never see the light of day.

Why should I put in the effort and write it down to share with others when they can´t even bother to spend a single second to reblog it to show me that they appreciated what I wrote.

It makes no sense. Feedback and the back-and-forth with readers and fellow writers is what keeps us going. It´s super fun to get a conversation going about a cool idea you had! It´s not fun at all to see the notes on a post go up but no one saying anything. All that tells me is "huh, I guess people didn´t like this one. Guess I won´t post any of that anymore"

This complete lack of feedback from readers combined with work picking up is actually the main reason why I stopped writing for a few months. It didn´t feel rewarding anymore.

The recent yandere Alcryst post is actually one of the reasons why I started considering posting a bit more again. I was pleasantly surprised by all the nice tags and comments that one got and it made me smile every time I saw a new one pop up. I don´t care if it didn´t get as many notes as most twst works, I still felt way more satisfied and proud of it.

And that´s sort of where I come to the conclusion of this post:

Feedback matters, it really does! Likes tell us absolutely nothing, you could have downright hated it for all I know. But rest assured that I do screenshot every nice tag or comment I get, no matter if it´s actually a thought-out comprehensive analysis or just someone going "HJVJMVJM". I appreciate all of these so much. I save all of them in a little folder and look at them to cheer myself up when things might be tough.

So please, if you want your favorite blogs to continue then reblog! Maybe even leave a nice comment! Don´t forget that you get all of this stuff for free, creators are the ones keeping a community truly alive. You would probably be sad if your favorite writer or artist suddenly stopped posting due to a lack of support.

Please. Take that single second out of your life to hit the reblog button. It helps out more than you think and goes a long way to keep us motivated.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Poll Results

Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:

@ivymarquis @unholymilf @icespinosaur @megraen @roofgeese @adelaidedrubman @yokobai @chazz-anova @neonneurons @statichvm @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @eclecticwildflowers @direwombat @neverthesameneveranother @kyber-infinitygems @kirjanikv6ilill @clicheantagonist @chadillacboseman @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @wrathfulrook

Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):

THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences

The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch. 

The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.

Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”

Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”

“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”

Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”

American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences

“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”

“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”

“No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”

“You wanna blow her up?”

“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”

Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences

"You know them best, what's their next move?"

"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."

Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."

"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."

"Works for me, angel."

Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences

(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)

Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst. 

“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”

He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”

Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences

Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"

"Like Adam and Eve."

Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."

"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing. 

Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.

Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second. 

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit. 

She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.

Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences

As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect. 

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing. 

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing. 

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine. 

Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”

[thisismysecondrodeo]

“Love is a gamble we play and you’ve got much safer odds” - Ted Lasso x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (FINAL)

AN: The final chapter! Once again, thanks to @lassoposting for this request. Ted x Reader was new for me but was a lot of fun to write so I hope I did it justice! I originally thought angst would resolve in Part 2 and this would be mostly fluff but uhhhh its really more like hurt/comfort whoops lol. Thanks for reading!

Rating: General

Tags: Henry Lasso, Michelle Lasso, Coach Beard, Jealous!Reader, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels, Beard’s got your back, Hurt/Comfort

Part 1 | Part 2 | Fic masterlist

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You thought about texting Beard as you shut the door to your apartment ready to crawl back into the cocoon of sadness you’d been developing over the past few days. It felt childish to wallow like that but you had let yourself fall and that was what happened. You didn’t text anyone; instead, you set your phone to ‘do not disturb’ again and alternated between thinking you deserved the hurt and letting yourself be angry that Ted had let you down so badly. Of all the things you had thought of that could go wrong on Henry’s trip—and you had thought of many—Ted getting back together with his ex-wife had never crossed your mind. 

Because your phone was on do not disturb you were surprised when there was a knock at the door. Maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised to see Ted, maybe deep down you were hoping he’d show up, but unfortunately, he’d caught you in the midst of nothing but anger. You didn’t say anything as the door swung open, just gestured for him to come in and shut the door before making your way back to the couch. 

“HI baby,” Ted greeted you, his voice soft with worry. 

Baby? BABY. You didn’t think you could be more upset but “baby” unleashed a whole new level of hurt. You wanted to suggest that he should only be calling Michelle that, but instead, you said nothing, and Ted shifted on his feet not sitting down. Not crowding you. Just waiting. 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s going on here? You, uh, seemed real upset at the park and I haven’t heard from you…” 

“Yeah, well I haven’t heard from you either,” you stated. You were trying your best for neutral, unaffected. Part of you felt like he didn’t deserve your anger, but the other part still wanted this to be salvageable. You loved him and he hurt your feelings, it happened. But, God, the embarrassment of explaining why you were even upset to begin with, the fact that he didn’t notice. 

Ted took a deep breath. “I know. I know. We haven’t really gotten a chance to ourselves and I know you know that I never would have kept Michelle coming from you. I genuinely didn’t know she was feelin’ the way she felt about it all and—”

“And that’s why you’re getting back together. I get it. Whatever. You’ve got a family, I guess it was silly of me to think this was ever going to be more.” 

“Woah hold on now.” Ted held his hands up defensively and edged closer. “Who said anything about—” 

“‘Divorce is so much harder than I thought it would be,’” you quoted and he cringed as if you had hit him. “The canceling of plans. The excuse you made for me at the park, that I didn’t need by the way, just to what? Keep me from Henry? Make sure Michelle knew nothing was going on between us? God, Ted, where is she even staying, huh? I feel so fucking stupid.”

Ted was gaping at you while you spoke but nothing slowed the words tumbling from your mouth. Now that you’d let out a bit of anger it continued to pour like steam from a pressure cooker. When you were done, he sat beside you stiffly. He moved an arm like he might reach for your hand, but thought better of it. 

“Darlin’. Y/N. I wish you would have told me. I…All this time I thought I was doing the right thing by you. I thought when you left the bar you were overwhelmed with meeting Henry. I wanted to, ya know, give ya space before you even had to ask. Give ya an excuse for not bein’ ready…And I thought I was doing the right thing by Michelle because SHE’S been overwhelmed with basically bein’ a single parent and I guess I felt like I’d be making it up to her this week—”

“Yeah, I’m sure she has.” As soon as the words left your lips you knew it was petty and unfair. You wanted to suck in your derision. You weren’t the type of person to blame the other woman for what the partner had fucked up. And yet. 

“Don’t,” Ted said quietly, not unkindly but seriously. He stood up from the couch and stepped away. “You know, I can admit that I may have messed up these past few days, that I read some things wrong. Did too much on account of how my, uh, well, my marriage failed in the past. And I’m very sorry. Very. But you knew I had a family, you knew this would take some work and I just…I guess I just wish you could be a little more understanding.” 

That stung and your face didn’t hide it. You didn’t respond and Ted waited an awkward amount of time for you to say or do anything but you just turned away and burrowed deeper into the couch. Eventually, he sighed and left and when the door closed you wept. 

-

You had never, not once, missed Reverse Book Club since its inception, but today, the day after your blowout argument with Ted, you were strongly considering it. But you knew Beard would come looking anyway, so it made more sense just to get it over with. You picked up the book you hadn’t touched since that day in the park and made your way to the Crown & Anchor. 

Beard took one look at you and sat down Red, White, and Royal Blue , taking a long sip of his beer and waiting for you to say something. You had planned to say nothing, per the rules of Reverse Book Club, no matter what had happened before, no matter how much you had come to rely on Beard’s sage words. When you didn’t start talking, the older man prompted you. “You’ve been crying.” 

And it was his soft tone, the concern and lightly restrained anger underneath that made your resolve crumble like biscuits. Tears were escaping before you said your first word, and once you opened your mouth you couldn’t stop. Beard listened intently, offering only a sigh here or a nod there and your eyes were too blurry with tears to read him well. When you finished he didn’t say anything, just nodded, patted your hand gently, and nudged your book toward you before picking up his own. You thought you had wanted a pep talk, but upon realizing you wouldn’t get one you were so thankful to just turn into your book, turn into yourself, and let the sadness sit. 

A few hours after Reverse Book Club ends you get a text from Ted asking if you can come over. It makes you a little nauseous, then a little angry that he’d make you come to him to get formally broken up with, and then underneath it all a little hopeful, a little lighter now that you’d heard from him. You tried not to rush to him, to cushion everything over and make up, but it only took you 20 minutes to get there and knock at his door. 

You weren’t sure what to expect on the other side but were surprised that as Ted opened the door with one hand, he was pulling you into his chest with the other. He held you tightly and tears threatened at the corners of your eyes but never fell. You noticed as he released you and led you into the kitchen that the flat was quiet, it was just the two of you there. And just Ted and Henry’s shoes lined up in the doorway. 

Ted pulled a chair out for you and then for himself, sitting closely so that his knee was touching yours. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly cut him off, surprising the both of you.

“What happened? I mean, what changed? That’s…that’s the first time we’ve touched in a week.” You asked, a little brokenly. 

Ted smiled softly. “I know, I’ve felt like my skin was itchin’ not holdin’ you every night.” 

You wanted to smile but you needed him to be serious now, not cute. You needed to know where you stood and he caught on to that quickly and continued to answer. 

“But really—Beard came by here after Reverse Book Club and, uh, told me what’s what. Knocked some sense into me, almost literally I might add.”

“What did he say? How much of a sad sack I was?”

“No, he told me what a fool I’d been trying to people-please anyone and everyone all the time and that no one was going to be happy with the outcome, not you, not Michelle, and definitely not me. Because I was about to run you off and he just got into Red, White, and Royal Blue so I better not mess up book club.”

That time you did smile, touched by Beard’s friendship. 

“After that, I had a good long talk with Michelle about what was goin’ on. She seemed confused why you weren’t around more like she had expected you to be. She had no idea she was the reason and when I admitted how badly I had screwed up, I got quite the earful. And it's especially embarrassing because I know you. Just as well as I think you know me. And I should have been able to figure all this out on my own, but it took my best friend and my ex-wife to make me realize I was causing pain to the person that is the best partner I’ve ever had the pleasure of callin’ mine.” 

Ted took your hand and you let him as you let his words wash over you. 

“God, I was so, so mad at you Ted.” 

“I know. I know and I deserve it. And I understand if there’s no coming back, but I just had to try. I asked Michelle to take the little man to her hotel for a while and maybe out for ice cream or somethin’ so we could talk and when she drops him back off she’s gonna go do some solo sightseeing. And I thought maybe we could…” 

Ted pulled out the Lego set you had bought to do with Henry, the Lego Starry Night that had been incredibly hard to come by. You found yourself caught on the small phrase Ted had slipped in: her hotel . The idea of Michelle staying here, of them getting back together was the foundation of your belief that this was all over. You were glad it wasn’t the truth. Glad that Ted felt remorse over how much he had hurt you. And most importantly you had never stopped being head over heels with the silly American. 

“Now before you go acceptin’ my apology or breakin’ up with me, either of which is well within your right, I just want to state succinctly and for the record: I have been a big ol’ idiot assuming what everyone around me wants instead of just listenin’ to what they’re sayin’. I’m so sorry I hurt you sweetheart and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again.” 

You smiled at him, a real smile, and asked, “and what do you want Ted?”

“Oh well, that’s easy. I want you a part of my life and a part of this family for as long as I can have you. What do you say Y/N?”

You leaned forward and held his face in both hands, locking your eyes on his, your lips just a whisper apart. “I say I love you very much.” 

You kissed him and it felt like coming home. Like resolution and heartbreak. Like coffee and biscuits and promises. It felt like only a moment, but you knew the two of you had lost yourselves in catching up on affection when you heard a knock at the door. You broke apart as it swung open, a giddy and slightly sticky Henry barreling through. 

“Y/N’s here! You should have come for ice cream.”

You laughed, pulling Henry in for a big hug. “Sorry I couldn’t make it kiddo, buuuuuut I bought you something.” You pick up the Lego set from the kitchen table and Henry’s eyes go wide. “I thought it was something we could do together. Your dad told you I work in an art gallery right?”

Henry nodded, a huge grin spread across his ruddy cheeks. “That’s so cool. The Legos and the art gallery…I think. What do you do at an art gallery?”

Henry was already pulling you to the living room to start building as you told him about your job. Ted was having a quiet conversation with Michelle at the door and you purposely tried not to listen in but couldn’t help but catch her saying, “tell her I’m sorry.”

Ted joined the Lego revelry in the living, quickly putting himself in charge of sorting while Henry built and you instructed. It was a smooth operation with lots of giggles and stories intermixed. You caught Ted’s eye as you put down the instruction, taking a break to bring something up. 

“You know, there’s an exhibit opening at the gallery tomorrow. It’s, uh, comic book art��maybe that’s something you’d be into?”

Henry was already bouncing. “Can we Dad? Me, you, and Y/N?”

“I think that’s a great idea, bud!”

“Don’t forget your mom, she might want to come too,” you added casually as you picked the instructions back up, but you didn’t miss Ted’s inquisitive look. But you meant what you said and when Henry readily agreed you smiled at Ted and he smiled back. 

“And then dinner with Uncle Beard?” 

“Yeah that’s a great plan kid,” you answered before building began again.

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[angelasscribbles]

Drake's Amazon Cart: A Bad Romance Drabble

Series: Bad Romance

Bad Romance One-Shots

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: [(Riley x Liam x Max) + (Riley x Drake)] + (Riley x Rashad)

Paring this chapter: Riley x Drake

Rating: MA just to be safe but there’s nothing bad in here

Warnings for this chapter: mature themes, I guess. Murder is alluded to.

Word Count:  681

Song Inspiration: Angel Boy by Tim McGraw (Heard this in the car today right after I finished writing this and was like, oh, yeah, this is perfect!)

A/N: Blame/Give credit to @21-wishes @harleybeaumont and @3pawandme for this. A discussion about how and where Drake gets his murder gloves got out of hand. If you want to see that conversation, you can to go to Cordonian history in the Bad Romance universe and read the comments!

Shout out to @nestledonthaveone for sending me a picture of the whiskey soap!

Huge thanks to @harleybeaumont for the customized meme at the end! It still makes me laugh every time I see it!

My other stuff: Master List.

Drake Walker sat at his desk pulling at his collar. His eyes kept going to the window. It was such a gorgeous Friday afternoon. He should be outside, but he was stuck finishing up the quarterly expense reports. He had to sign off on everyone’s expenses and enter everything onto a spreadsheet to be sent over to accounting. He hated it.

He turned his attention back to his computer monitor with a sigh. He stared at the spreadsheet briefly then popped open his internet browser. Just for a minute, he promised himself.

He checked the scores and rankings for the Dallas Cowboys then flipped through a few memes’ Max had tagged him in on social media. An ad for a porn site popped up. He scrolled past it. He scrolled back up and bookmarked it for later.

He navigated to amazon; he needed a new tent. He got distracted by kayaks for a while then finally added a tent to his cart.

He minimized the window and started working on the expense reports again. What the fuck had Marco needed eight hundred dollars in petty cash for? He scanned down the invoices and the duty rosters for that day. Never mind. Marco had been assigned to Riley’s detail on the day in question and she had been out of town on “business” with her “lawyer”. He didn’t want to know. He approved the expenditure.  

A notification popped up from Amazon that he might want to purchase shampoo. He looked at the notification bubble for a long second. How the fuck did Amazon know he needed shampoo? Well, shit, he did need shampoo. He opened the window back up and added some to the cart.

A suggested product appeared on the screen. He ran the mouse across it so he could read the description. Ohhh, soap made with whiskey? What the hell was that about? He stared at the screen for a moment, then shrugged and pressed add to cart.

More suggestions populated his feed. The same company that made the whiskey soap made a product for the “nonmedical treatment of malodorous and unruly hair, both facial and otherwise.”

Other suggestions included Hanes cotton t-shirts, a denim shirt and a bottle of whiskey. He added it all to the cart.

“Hmmmm.” He hummed distractedly as he scrolled through the items that popped up on the “buy again” tab.

He clicked on the black leather gloves.

A suggestion popped up, “You purchase this item frequently. Add to subscribe and save for a discount?”

“Huh.” He said out loud, “I do buy those a lot, don’t I?”

His head jerked up and his eyes scanned quickly around the office. He was alone. Thank God. No one knew.

His eyes returned to the computer monitor. “The things I do for that woman.” He muttered under his breath as he added a case of them to the cart.

He looked up at the clock. Almost five. He quickly checked out and paid for his purchases, then rushed through the rest of the expense reports before shutting everything down and pushing away from the desk.

He and Riley were taking the kids to the cabin for the weekend. He was going to teach them how to fish. Liam was out of the country on crown business and Max was needed at Ramsford for the weekend. He had her all to himself until Monday and he wasn’t wasting a moment of it.

He pulled the office door shut behind him. It latched with a soft click as he hurried down the hallway, thoughts of boat rides and late-night campfires filling his head. He was going to teach Jax how to make s’mores. He was going to catch fish and cook them for dinner. The kids were going to catch fireflies at dusk and minnows at dawn.

The memory of Riley standing on his dock as he taught her to fish all those years ago was still one of his favorites. Now he’d teach his son to fish from that same dock.

Yeah, all the murder was worth it.

Photo cred: @harleybeaumont

[yarrayora]

end of the year book stuff tagged by @carriagelamp

How many books did you read this year?

does comic books count? if yes then i didn't count, if no then i'm pretty sure just two (but comics should absolutely count btw)

Did you reread anything? What?

i always reread servamp all the time so i can write Essays. also i reread katekyo hitman reborn for nostalgia and crossover reasons. TECHNICALLY i reread dante's inferno even though i never finished it because i'm not used to classic so i have to repeat the paragraphs before Getting it

What were your top five books of the year?

GIDEON THE NINTH!!! also Superman Smashes the Klan. the rest of the top 5 is servamp, unfortunately

Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

if i have never read tamsyn muir's homestuck fic before then it would have been her, but because i have that means she's an old fave-- oH i guess ryohgo narita counts? i knew he wrote durarara but i never truly managed to appreciate his writing until i read dead mount deathplay

What genre did you read the most of?

fantasy, duh

Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

too like a lightning by ada palmer. i keep forgetting i already have an e-book of it

What was your average Goodreads rating? Does it seem accurate?

i dont use goodreads thumbs up emoji

Did you meet any of your reading goals? Which ones?

yeah, finally reading original novels again. im trying to beat my ADHD so i can devour books the way i did during childhood

Did you get into any new genres?

new genre huh uhhhh... no. i know what i like

What was your favorite new release of the year?

i don't follow new release i just browse the bookstores and hope something speaks to me

What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

gideon the ninth

Any books that disappointed you?

i dropped a lot of books and nothing this year has disappointed me enough for me to remember their titles

What were your least favorite books of the year?

bungou stray dogs look the light novels are still REALLY well written. i also appreciate how beautiful the translation can be. but the canon storyline fucking sucks. it betrays its theme when it comes to handling abusers by making this little girl who gets physically abused by her dad as a form of discipline to look up to him as a hero because dad's a cop

What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

i don't care about something like that

Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year (Booker, Women’s Prize, National Book Award, Pulitzer, Hugo, etc.)? What did you think of them?

i don't follow book awards either

What is the most over-hyped book you read this year?

i tried reading blue lock and it's the worst sports manga i have ever read. i can't get over how stupid the premise is. soccer is a team sport you idiot (note that this book didnt disappoint me because i never had any expectations for it in the first place)

Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

oh yeah JK Haru is a Sex Worker in Another World. I went into it expecting a cheap smutty story but turns out it's a pretty feminist narrative about sex workers and how no matter talented a woman is as long as the environment around her is aggressively and violently patriarchal those talents that would make men a hero would make women accused as demons-- but that's okay because you don't need the power to slay an entire army to change the world. sometimes, eating at a cafe in a world where women arent allowed to go outside without a chaperone is more revolutionary than magic that can burn a horde of monsters into cinders

How many books did you buy?

more than five

Did you use your library?

there is no usable library around me

What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

i dont follow new release remember

Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

oh yeh i watch them from the sideline with popcorn and all, thats crazy

What’s the longest book you read?

dante's inferno

What’s the fastest time it took you to read a book?

back when i was a kid i read three pjo books in one day. i don't do that anymore

Did you DNF anything? Why?

i read reeeeeeally slow now so it's less not finishing and more like taking long breaks inbetween

What reading goals do you have for next year?

finish gideon the ninth so i can read the next one

[homemade-ghosts]

Once Rina is officially together, what do you think they'd get for each other as gifts? I could definitely see Gina getting Ricky a new dog tag for him to wear or a new skateboard. I honestly don't know what Ricky could get Gina. Perhaps, some new headphones? (Although, I absolutely love her pink headphones that she has right now that she's been using since the very first episode.) Can you think of anything? I'd like to hear what you think they should get each other once they start dating.

Both Ricky & Gina value quality time, so I like to think they'll give each other the kind of gifts that involve spending time together.

Ricky makes this little gift certificate that's redeemable for 10 free guitar lessons (it's a mess of glitter and puff paint, but it's clear he put a lot of effort into making it) because he remembers how Gina told him she would "kill to play guitar like that" after he sang wtwmay to her and he's going to teach her. I imagine Gina smiling and asking, "but what if it takes more than 10 lessons for me to learn?" Ricky gives her a soft laugh and goes, "Oh, please, you're Gina Porter. You'll be out playing me by your second lesson...but, if you aren't, we can discuss payment later. I'm thinking in the form of double chocolate cupcakes?"

Speaking of cupcakes, Gina makes/gives Ricky his favorite ones as gifts. When he eats them all in a couple days and pleads with her to make him more, she tells him she has a better idea: she'll teach him how to make them himself. They spend a Saturday at her house, baking. Ricky, of course, burns the first batch because he forgot to set the timer. Gina tries them anyway, Ricky waits anxiously for her verdict, "So? How are they?" "...a solid 9/10 for effort!" "That bad, huh?" Gina laughs and nods, "Awful." "Oh, yeah?" Ricky asks, picking up a freshly frosted cupcake and shoving it in Gina's face, leaving her with a dollop of frosting across her nose, "How 'bout the frosting? That any good?" Gina pretends to be upset, but she can't help it, there's a laugh breaking through, "I don't know," she smiles, "you tell me." & she smooshes a cupcake right back in Ricky's face. After they stop laughing, they both agree that the frosting is pretty good, actually.

Beyond cupcakes and guitar lessons, I could also see Gina knitting Ricky a pair of gloves to match the hat she made him because whenever they hold hands, his are always cold -- or Ricky writing Gina a song as a gift and serenading her with it (this is Ricky Bowen we're talking about, so this one's practically a given if you ask me). Or maybe even Ricky buying Gina painting supplies so they can paint her room together because, since she's moved around so much, she's never gotten a chance to (or bothered to) paint her room a color she actually liked. Until now.

I like your idea of a new skateboard and headphones, but I have to disagree completely about the dog tag, since that was always more of a totem of Ricky's relationship with Nini than anything else. Not only because she gave it to him and he wore it throughout their relationship in s2, but also because it served to prove how little Nini & Ricky actually knew each other. When Nini gives the dog tags to Ricky, he says something along the lines of "I guess I'm a guy who wears necklaces now." implying he has never been that kind of guy -- Nini, however, wears necklaces all the time. Same goes for Ricky's gift to Nini. He gives her a guitar pick and, although we do see Nini play guitar in later seasons, she only ever plays her ukulele in season 1, an instrument she doesn't need/use a pick for. Ricky, however, is practically attached at the hip to his guitar and is much more likely to use a pick. Basically, they gave each other the kind of gifts that they would personally want because they had no idea what the other person wanted or needed. & that's without addressing the fact that the engravings on both gifts were specific to Troy & Gabriella, but told us absolutely nothing about Ricky & Nini, other than that they were playing a part and confusing their characters for themselves. Whereas, the one gift we've seen Gina give Ricky (The Hat™) was something personal. It was something only Gina could have made (not literally, obviously a lot of people can knit lol, I just mean in the sense that, when something is handmade, it's unique to the person who made it. It's one of a kind). & it required a level of time, care and work that neither of Rinis gifts had.

This ask also got me thinking about what Gina could possibly give Ricky for his birthday in the finale and I keep coming back to the gloves/mittens. Even though it wouldn't get me that line about her making them because his hands are always cold when she holds them, it would still be so sweet as a birthday present. Gina would've spent so much time knitting them and it would be kind of a nod to her thinking about Ricky as part of her future (a future she could never build with EJ) because, even though it's summer now, the gloves are for fall and winter. Plus, the last time Ricky gave Gina something she knit him, he told her he'd grow into it. & He's finally grown. He's more mature, selfless, caring and ready to embrace whatever the future holds. So, maybe Gina could give Ricky those gloves and when he tries them on, this time, they're a perfect fit.

[ezilyamuzed]

There’s no place like home- part 19

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place in the midst of episode 21. Flashbacks are italicized.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sooo much Fluff.... some implied sexy time (nudity & kissing). Death. Blood. Self harm (I guess cutting yourself for a blood spell would be?)

A/N:Second to last chapter. I’m finally ready to say goodbye to it. Things have unraveled more and more, so I hope you’ve been paying attention. I wrote this while watching episode 21 at least 6 times. Reworking it had to happen, but I think I did the original script justice. Let me know what you think!

 Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy! 

Series Masterlist

”Slow down Andretti, ” you heard Dean chuckle out. ”There’s a clearing up on the left.”

You took your foot slowly off the gas as you stuck out your tongue to him. You turned your head back and saw the clearing, braking to turn into it carefully.

“And here we are.”

”Middle of the woods?” you looked around from over the wheel. ”Now's the time you plan to kill me huh?”

”I mean, our first night together we did dump a body in the woods, ” he smirked.

You almost spoke up about that not being the first time but stopped yourself. You were unsure if Dean even remembered the night he had been your protector all those years ago or if a certain someone happened to have taken those memories away from him too. Better to leave it alone; keep the good memories...well, mostly good.

“Come on, ” he said with the creak of the opening door.

You followed his lead, walking up to him holding out his hand for yours. It was dark, but the night sky made it easy enough to see with the millions of stars above. After a few minutes he led you to a small pond, the moon shimmering in it's ripples.

” It's beautiful here, ” you smiled over to him.

”Thought you'd like it, ” he smiled back, his light glowing brightly with the moon. “It's no pool, but I'll have you know that this is private property, so we shouldn't be here.”

”Taking a risk there Winchester?”

”Yeah well someone told me I should. And then they called me an old man, ” the side of his lip curling up.

”You are, ” you giggled back as you dropped your hand from his and walked towards it, discarding clothing as you drew closer to the edge.

”What are you doing?” you could hear the laugh in his voice.

”Living Dean. You should try it, ” you said as you looked over your shoulder to him as you shimmied off your underpants. “Come on. Old man.”

“I’m the same age as you smart ass!”

The water was chilly, but not much. With the warm summer air, it was refreshing. Could have made do without all the random fish and gunk surrounding your feet, but the sight of Dean standing there on the edge with a smile was all you needed.

”Not going to join?” You called out.

”I like the sight from here, ” he replied.

”It's better up close, ” you teased while splashing the water around you.

You watched him as he undressed, his eyes never really leaving yours but for a moment to look around before his boxers came off. He walked in slowly, making faces as the water continued to reach higher up his thighs.

”Just jump right in!”

He rolled his eyes comically before diving headfirst into the almost still water, causing a huge splash. You watched and waited for him to surface, but it was taking a long time. Too long.

”Dean?” you called out, as you circled around. ”Dean!”

”Right here Doc, ” his voice stated behind you, making you turn around swiftly.

”You worried me there, ” you sighed in relief.

”I’m a really good swimmer, ” he smirked back. ”This is the first time in a long time that I've gotten to do this without clothes though.”

”Oh really?”

”Yes really, ” he moved in closer to you, making waves with his hands. ”It's a little freeing. Normally I'm pushed in by a really hot chick, one that I can't stop thinking about kissing.”

”Sounds like a real bitch, ” you smirked, remembering the night at the hotel pool, how you pushed him in because you didn't want him to kiss you. A plan that failed miserably later.

”She can be.” he gave a shrug. ”Ah, but when she smiles the whole world stops and I can't believe that a smile like that is for a grunt like me.”

”Maybe it's not, ” you teased as you pushed yourself to be almost flesh with him. Looking up to him, you began to rub your hand down his arm. ”Maybe it's because she can't believe that she's so lucky to have such an amazing man want to see her smile.”

Dean leaned his head into yours, kissing your lips gently. You pulled away with a smile planted on your face. Everything about this moment was perfect. You could almost forget everything that was waiting for you back at the bunker.

”Dean?”

”Yeah?”

”What if things go wrong? What if- if it doesn't work or you don't come back?”

” Let's not think about that, ” he started as he leaned into you again, leaving light kisses along your neck to your ear.

”Hard not to think about it, ” you pulled away again. ”Can we be serious for a moment?”

”Fate wanted us together right?” he sighed, earning a nod from you. ”So it will work. I'll be back, safe, and sound. Can't run from fate.”

”I wish I was as hopeful as you, ” you sighed out. ”I'm just worried, that's all. And this- this almost seems like you're saying goodbye.”

”I can't hide anything from you huh?” he chuckled softly. ”I won't lie. I'm worried too. I wanted to make what could be the last night together special.”

”Dean-, ” you softly spoke.

”Hey, I don't want any boohoo moments, ” he cut you off. ”I know the risks but I know what the prize is too. My family, everyone including you, all together again.”

You looked up to his eyes with the moon gleaming in them. Those damn eyes. So full of hope, courage, and bravery. You envied him at that moment. This was a first for you; the feeling of powerlessness. Just what you had been afraid of in getting too close to someone, but he was right. Everything was worth it because you wouldn't trade the way he looked at you for the world.

You leaned into him and laid your lips on his. His own welcoming you as his arms wrapped around your body. The two of you became one in the water as the ripples of your movement steadily caught in the night sky. A moment, you were never going to forget.

”I love you Y/N, ” he managed to breathe out.

You moved and looked up to him, waiting for you to say it in return.

”I love you too Dean.”

The two of you made it back towards your discarded clothing along the ground. Taking your time to dry a little, you got them back on, hoping that the night could go on forever.

”We should get back, ” Dean stated as he pulled his shirt down over his head.

”Not yet, ” you replied as you placed your warm hoodie back on. ”How about something to eat? I'm starving.”

”A woman after my own heart.”

At such a late time of night, the only thing that was open was fast food. But that was alright. You'd eat gruel if it meant a few more minutes before you had to go back. A few more minutes to forget what awaited the two of you.

Sitting in the car with the radio playing and tearing into your burger your mind kept going back to all your worries. You didn’t want to ruin the moment of peace, but you knew your mind would not stop until you had some sort of answers. Anything to make you feel some relief that he was not walking to his doom.

”What's it like over there?”

”Where?” Dean replied with his mouth full.

”You know where, ” you chuckled as you dropped down your burger. ”How bad is it?”

He reached over to take a sip of his pop from the straw. Either you clear his throat from the half a cow he just demolished or to give him a second to ignore your question. His light started to shift, so you guessed the latter.

”So?”

”It's bad. Real bad. Unicorns that fart glitter and fairies as beautiful as the sun. Its random orgies bad, ” he smirked.

”Be serious, ” you rolled your eyes.

” It's dead, ” he sighed out after a pregnant pause. ”Everything. It's like a wasteland of nothing. Nothing but angels and monsters preying on the few humans left fighting.”

”What if-” you let out a deep breath. ”What if you can't find them?”

”Then I'll come back and keep trying.”

”And Michael?”

”What about him?”

”You're his true vessel. What if he sees you and won't let you go until you say yes?”

”I would never do that, ” he reassured you. ”I have too much waiting for me here.”

”You have done that though, ” you replied. ”I read the books. You did try to say yes, but Adam had already taken your place.”

”That was for Sammy, ” he shook his head. ”That was different.”

”It could- it could happen again.”

”Are you having some sort of premonition or something? What's with the doomsday worries?”

”Death, ” you sighed out. ”She's been warning me about you. About being near you. She even offered to show me my death.”

”And?”

”And I didn't want to know, ” you replied. ”But I have a bad feeling Dean.”

”Hey, stop it, ” he smiled sweetly. ”Aren't you supposed to be the level headed one? Come on Doc. I've survived worse.”

”Just being a realist, ” you turned your head away from him.

”I know. That's what I love about you. But seriously, you freaking out has me scared.”

”Sorry, ” you mumbled under your breath.

”I don't know how long it will take, but I’ll be back. With everyone, if they'll come. Mom, Jack, Charlie, and Bobby.”

”Bobby?” your head snapped towards him. ”Not…?”

”He’s not our Bobby, your dad. But yeah, there’s one from that world and I gotta say, he's just like him. Stubborn and one hell of a fighter.”

”Do you think, ” you paused for a moment. ”Do you think that there is another me? His daughter?”

”Didn't get a chance to ask, ” he replied. ”Even if there was, I doubt that she’d be anything like you. There's no one like you and I'm not even talking about the whole magical gifts stuff. You're one of a kind.”

”I love how you get all sappy there Dean, ” you giggled a bit.

”I'm just a regular Cassanova, ” he smirked.

“For better or worse, this is happening though.”

“Yup.”

“Then what? What do we do? I mean Lucifer will be tied up with us, it won’t hold him forever.”

“True.”

“And Jack. I know you said that you trust the kid, but what if...what if he does go rogue? Turns out like his dad?”

“We’ll take care of it Y/N,” he promised. “I’ll take care of it. Whatever means necessary.”

“I hate all these unknowns,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m so used to having everything all played out. Not worrying about anything really. Things are different now. I’m not alone in it, and it’s scary.”

“Do you trust me?”

You rolled your eyes over to him, giggling a little at his statement while thinking of the cartoon Aladdin saying the same thing when he was lying off his ass to Jasmine. You hoped to god that Dean wasn’t though.

“I do.”

“Good,” he gave a firm nod before smiling. “Because once this is all over. I’m taking you out on a real date.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, dinner, movie. Whatever you want.”

“Sounds boring,” you playfully smiled.

“Okay then,” chuckled a bit. “Road trip. Find a haunted bourse or something and hunt down a ghost.”

“That does sound fun,” you laughed.

“That’s my girl.”

________

Sam tossed and turned in his bed the whole night. His attempt to sleep was becoming futile. All he could think about was Lucifer, standing there with a grim smile taunting him.

How the hell was he going to face him? He wanted him dead, but he needed him. A sickness rose up his throat to that realization. He needed Lucifer; his tormentor.

Sam walked out to the library, Rowena sitting all alone with her nose stuck in one of the spellbooks.

”Can't sleep there Samuel?” she looked up to him. ”I can give you something for that.”

”No thanks, ” he shook his head. He couldn't risk taking something that would distract him from what was to happen next. ”Where’s-”

”They are in the kitchen, ” she interjected. ”Having some sort of family meeting.”

Sam walked towards the kitchen, the pit in his stomach not going away.

”Your plan was ludicrous, ” Cas was stating to Gabriel. ”How could you do that to her?”

”And do what else? Hmm Cassie? Let her be used as Michael or Lucifer’s plaything? No thanks, ” Gabriel stopped himself as soon as he saw Sam enter. ”Hey there slugger. Couldn't sleep?”

”No, ” Sam replied sharply. ”Are you talking about Y/N?”

”No.”

”Yes, ” Cas darted his eyes to Gabriel.

”Fine, yes, ” he rolled his eyes. ”Cas doesn't like that I kept her a secret.”

”We could have used her to get rid of Lucifer once and for all!” Cas glared hard at his older brother. ”This could have ended years ago.”

”Cas, ” Sam breathed out with a disappointed sigh. ”How could you think of using Y/N like that? Giving her up to Michael?”

”Not Michael, him, ” Cas glared at Gabriel. ”He could have trained her properly and stopped them both.”

”I'm a lover, not a fight there Cassidy, ” Gabriel smirked. ”Plus, I'm not her type. It was the Winchester’s that she was destined for, not the archangels. No matter which way you look at it, she belongs next to one of them.”

”Where is Y/N and Dean anyway, ” Sam spoke up, looking around the room. He felt uncomfortable that there was a discussion of Y/N’s destiny without her present.

”She left with Dean.”

”Probably getting in their last chance of nookie before all hell comes home, ” Gabriel stated nonchalantly. ”Not a bad idea if I do say myself. Maybe that is what you need, Cas. You need to be laid.”

”I do not require coitus, ” Cas glared.

”Don't knock it until you try it, little brother, ” Gabriel smirked. ”After this is done, maybe we should take a trip somewhere warm. I know a bunch of friendly porn stars.”

”Sam?” Sam turned his head to Dean with Y/N draped under his arm. ”Everything good here?”

”Yes, ” he lied, trying to avoid Y/N’s glare.

”Liar, ” she spoke up. ”What now?”

”Old Cassie wants you to take down Lucifer, ” Gabriel chimed in.

Cas’ eyes widened to Y/N, almost like he feared what her response would be.

”You think I could Gabe?” she asked, almost like she had been wondering the same.

”Possible, ” he shrugged. ”You pack one hell of a punch there kid. You've gotten me a few times.As long as he isn't joyriding Sam, it could happen.”

”Joyriding Sam?” she glanced over to Sam, the bile was rising in his throat again.

”Winchesters are your weakness my dear, ” Gabriel gave her a funny look. ”I thought you would have figured that out by now?”

Everyone’s eyes shifted around the room. Sam watched Y/N stood there in confusion. Gabriel let out an audible sigh as he reached over for a kitchen knife.

”Let me see your hand, ” he motioned to her.

”You're crazy, ” Dean barked, moving in front of her. ”You're not hurting her.”

”Relax Romeo. I'm just showing you why I've kept Y/N away. Why during the big battle royale, she couldn't be anywhere near. Not without dying at least.”

Sam watched as she placed her hand gingerly on Dean’s back to move him out of the way. She held up her hand as Gabriel took it in his. With a brief hesitation, he slid the blade across her palm nickingit just enough for blood to slowly drip from the wound.

”What’s that going to prove?” Dean growled.

”Give it a second.”

Everyone watched as the cut closed itself off. Within seconds it was perfectly healed with no trace that it had been there.

”Deeper ones tend to leave scars, ” Gabriel confessed. ”She is human after all.”

”So she can heal quickly? What's the point?” Dean snarked.

”Your turn big boy, ” Gabriel handed him the knife. ”Don't cut too deep. Do the same as I did.”

Dean took it from him with hesitation. Sam watched as he hovered the knife over Y/N’s palm. She looked as though her breath had stopped until it glided over her hand. There was blood, slowly trickling, not stopping. Over a minute had passed and no change.

”Cas, ” Gabe bumped into his arm. ”Heal her would you?”

Cas didn't hesitate to use his grace to heal her wound. Sam along with everyone's eyes turned toward Gabriel.

”Sam can try too, but I think I've made my point. You can heal from almost any type of wound, human and otherwise pretty rapidly. If Michael or Lucifer were to be in their true vessels, you would have been dead, kid, ” Gabriel looked to Y/N. ”But I think you already knew that.”

”I didn't know how bad it was, ” she wiped the blood off with a towel. ”I just knew things were different.”

”So the other day when we fought…” Dean started with a look of guilt.

”It hurt like a bitch, ” she smiled. ”But that wasn't the first time I suspected something.”

”Rough sex?” Gabe wiggled his eyebrows causing Y/N to give him a hard look before sheepishly shifting her eyes to Dean.

”I-I didn't know I had hurt you, ” He quietly admitted in a whisper that only you could hear.

”It's fine, ” she smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. ”Now we know why, which is great news.”

”How is any of this great news?” Cas raised his brow.

”Because as long as Sam doesn't go crazy and say yes, then I'm safe. I can hold back Lucifer until we are done with him, ” she looked over to Sam who was gazing at the ground. ”And then, we will kill him. Make him pay for the damage he has caused. Once and for all.”

____

“Has Rowena and Gabriel tracked him yet?” You asked Dean who was busy packing his bag filled with various weapons for the trip.

“I guess so,” he stated while holding a darkened glass bottle.

“Holy water?”

“Holy oil,” he responded. “Arch angels hate it.”

“Good to know.”

“Just have to be prepared for anything,” he sighed as he put it in the bag. “We don’t know what is happening over there right now.”

“Well you should take this too,” you lifted an angel blade up. “Just in case.”

“Yeah,” he nodded as he grabbed it from you.

You watched as his light shifted more and more as the time went by. Anger? Fear? Doubt? It was all so hard to tell.

“You alright there?”

“I’m fine,” he smiled back a tight lipped smile. “I just want to get this over with.

“Well let’s go see what they’re doing,” you held out your hand to his.

He placed his own hand in yours as the two of you walked out. Sam and Cas were just outside the hall talking to one another.

“You ready?” Sam looked to Dean.

“Are you ready?” Dean lifted his brows to Sam with caution in his voice.

At that moment you heard a muffled sound, coming from the library. It sounded like someone was dying. You had asked what that was, to which no one knew an answer. The four of you walked out to the library only to see Gabriel and Rowena in a position no one should ever see.

“I’m going to be sick,” you grimaced.

“Hey, so, um yeah. You ready?” Gabriel smiled as he put on his pants.

“Seriously?” You snarked. “You couldn’t wait or go to the bedroom?”

“All of you were taking so long,” he tried to justify his actions. “Plus, you can't stop this kitten.”

“Gross.”

“Let’s go,” Dean commanded as he rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” you placed your hand on his chest. “Be safe okay?”

He leaned in to give you a warm, soft kiss. As he pulled away he told you that they would be right back. You knew they would, but the shutter of doom still rolled off your body because you knew who they’d be back with.

____

“Okay, so the plan one more time- Sam. Hey, Sam.”

Sam shook himself out of his thoughts as he looked over to Dean giving him a furrowed look.

“You good?“

“Yeah,” he lied. His stomach was in knots. He wanted to vomit everywhere just thinking of what was happening next.

As his brother continued on with the plan, he kept his head nodding in agreement to it. What choice did he have? This was it. No options. He just kept hoping that Y/N was right that at the end of it, someway, somehow, Lucifer was going to be gone once and for all.

_____

You did your best to set up everything that was needed as you waited for them. Laying out all the ingredients Rowena had instructed in a meticulous order, you looked back at it with a smile. If you couldn’t go with them to the dark unknown, this was at least you could do.

You heard your phone chime with a message. Pulling it out of your pocket you sat down as the message laid across the screen.

haven’t seen you in the office lately. Hope your boy toy isn’t doing anything stupid. ~Nat.

You rolled your eyes to her message. The IT demon who apparently wanted, or more expected you to check in. Your fingers glided across the screen, sending your message back.

Busy with lecture prep. Figured it would be better for everyone if I just did it at home.

Only a moment after clicking send, another chime arrived. You breathed out deep as you looked at your phone again.

Lebanon is home now I see. Don’t forget your deal.

I haven’t.

You dropped your phone down to the table as you decided that maybe you could do more prep for your classes. It was busy work, but that was what you needed as your nerves tensed up. They had been gone a while. They should be back soon.

After a couple edits and getting lost going through old YouTube videos you heard your phone chim again. You sighed out in annoyance, thinking that she wasn’t just leaving you alone, but your heart stopped as you saw the message.

We have him. Is everything ready? ~ Sam

All set.

We will be there in 10. ~Sam

For a moment you had forgotten to breathe. You had to remind yourself to exhale and inhale again. This was it. They were going to go over there for sure.

A little after 10 minutes you watched as Dean and Sam dragged a blonde man in. He had Piercing blue eyes that penetrated your soul, his light was as bright as Gabriel’s, but yet filled with so much darkness.

“Lucifer,” the words escaped your lips in a whisper.

“Ready?” Dean asked Rowena as she quickly put together the ingredients of the spell.

“Almost,” she stated.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t even make yourself move. His mouth was gagged, but his eyes spoke a million words as he stared at you.

“You good?” You heard Sam ask as he carried his and Dean’s bags into the room from behind you.

“Yeah,” you muttered out, looking at him. He was scared. They all were. Not one glimmer of hope amongst them. This was wrong. Something wrong was going to happen.

“Here,” Sam handed you an angel blade. “You may need this.”

“Thanks,” you responded as you grabbed it.

“It’s ready,” Rowena spoke, her words sounding more like the call of doom than anything.

You watched as they all walked over to the center of the room. Dean slung his back back on his shoulder as Sam fastened his own.

“Hey,” you called out, making them turn to you. “Give them hell and come back alive,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster.

They all nodded to you as they turned back around, Dean giving you a slight smile before. Rowena moved to Lucifer, slicing his throat open with her blade. You watched as his grace trickled down into the gauntlet. With a few words a bright portal opened in front of your eyes. They didn’t hesitate. One by one they all walked through leaving you alone now with not only a witch, but the devil himself.

______

“So why didn’t you say goodbye?” Sam looked over to his brother, awaiting his response as they trudged through the dirt path, on their way to the survivor camp.

“Because it isn’t goodbye Sam,” Dean continued to look forward as he walked. “I’ll see her again soon.”

“You don’t have to act like such a tough guy Dean,” Sam shook his head with a smirk. “It’s alright to like her and act like it.”

“Shut up,” Dean stifled his chuckle. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“So how long do you suppose it will be until dark?” Dean turned his head to the sky.

“10, 12 hours by the way the sun looks. That is, if it’s like ours.”

“Here’s to hoping,” Dean fixed the bag on his shoulder again.

“So what do you think mom is going to say?” Sam spoke up again after a few minutes.

“About?”

“About us being here. About Y/N.”

“Well if she says anything but thank you, not going to lie I may be a little salty,” Dean glanced back to Cas and Grabiel talking amongst themselves and turned his head back to the road. “As for Y/N, I hope to god she doesn’t say anything crazy like we’re cousins.”

“We’ve had crazier stuff happen,” Sam chuckled lowly.

“Like what?” Dean gave him a scrunched up face.

“Anything involving a certain someone back there,” Sam motioned with his thumb behind him to Gabriel.

“Still hard to believe that he was behind a lot of this,” Dean gave another quick glance behind him. “Who would have thought, he actually cares about something other than himself.”

“Every day is a new surprise,” Sam shook his head. “That’s just our life, Dean. Never a dull moment. But what we do, we keep going. No stopping. Eventually, it all works out in the end.”

“Well just keep your head in the game there Sammy,” Dean’s gaze looked into the woods along the trail. “We’re in uncharted territory full of spooky shit and angels who are out to murder people just for breathing. Anything can happen and I don’t like surprises.”

_______

For the last three hours you prayed for silence. Lucifer was relentless in humming the muffled version of “it’s a small world.” You tried to just ignore him like your companion. She didn’t seem to mind, but with all that hair on her head, you wondered if she had placed ear plugs in when you weren’t looking.

“Fuck,” you rasped out. “I can’t take this.”

“You never had children did you dearie?” She looked up from her book with a smirk.

“Definitely not,” you glared at her. “How can you stand this?”

“In about an hour's time, I get to slit his throat once more for the spell to make sure it stays open,” she grinned. “That knowledge helps.”

“Well I need a fucking beer or something,” you groaned as you stood up. “Are you alright here for a minute?”

“I’m fine dear.”

You walked out to the kitchen, pulling out a beer from the fridge. After twisting off the cap, you leaned against the counter, lifting it to your mouth to take in a deep sip. It’s only been three hours. How the hell were you going to last more than a day?

You stood in silence, there was an echo in the halls of Lucifer now switching it up to the fucking song from Lamb chop, a kids show that you wished you could forget. The show always played whenever you had to go to see the doctor, only to realize later that it was a psychiatrist that your mother had sent you to for many years. No wonder you grew up interested in it. You spent so many of your years being analyzed, of course you would grow to analyze everyone else. That’s when it hit you. How would he know what the song would do to you? Could he read your thoughts? Fuck.

You walked back out and without thinking smacked him hard against his head.

“Shut up now or I’ll make you,” you warned.

He looked at you, the creases in his eyes turning to satisfaction. He had gotten under your skin. That’s what he wanted. Dammit Dean. Get back now so you could end this jerk.

_____

Dean’s heart was heavy. Sam. How could he have left him behind? How could he have let his brother down like that? Cas tried his best to console him, but it was no use. Sam was dead and there was no saving him.

“It’s not much further,” he heard his companions say.

He felt his feet grow heavy. He didn’t want to continue. He didn’t want to walk on. He was tired and defeated already. Without Sam, he was missing a piece of himself. A piece no one could ever replace. Cas must have seen what it was doing to him as he helped to guide Dean along with his hand on his back.

“We must continue,” he heard Cas speak.

Dean nodded as they walked on. Thinking of what Sam had said to him all those hours ago. ‘It’s what we do, we keep going. No stopping. Eventually, it all works out in the end.’ This was the end alright and Dean felt like he was walking it alone.

_____

“I have to use the loo,” Rowena stated as she stood up carefully from her seat. “Will you be alright?”

You had just arrived back in the room, after your mandatory power nap that was more of a lay awake and smelling Dean’s pillow session. You missed him more than you wanted to admit. Sixteen hours in. A million more to go. At least, that’s what it felt like until he would return. After giving her a nod, you sat down and watched the clock strike minute by minute, hoping that time could speed up.

You glanced over at Lucifer who was in the same position. At least he was kept at bay and the humming had stopped. You rubbed your hands across your face, attempting to wake yourself up more. It didn’t help. You were still stuck in this nightmare.

“I know what you are,” you heard a male voice say in an eerie tone that brought shivers down your spine.

You glanced up to see that Lucifer had managed to ungag himself. He was smirking at you, his eyes shining red for a moment.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t know about you there Y/N,” he commented. “You seem like my type of girl. Made just for me.”

“I said shut it!” You yelled again.

“How does it feel knowing what you are?” He continued. “Knowing what you are meant to become?”

“I swear if you don’t-“

“Shut up?” He raised his brow with his smirk rising. “I don’t think you really want me to. I think you’d rather hear about dear old grandpa and grandma. How were they chosen?”

“I already know dickwad,” you seethed. “Your pet, Abaddon.”

“They had strong blood coursing through them. Direct descendents from Cain himself. Now he knew how to make a deal.”

“Now you’re turning biblical? What’s next? You going to tell me that I’m related to Jesus or some shit?”

“Jesus was a carpenter,” he replied. “You come from a strong line of warriors. Ones that have always benefited my family.”

“Great and your point?” You snarked back.

“You were meant for so much more than playing babysitter. Just look at you. No wonder my brother kept you hidden from me. You're a beautiful creature, capable of tearing down God himself.”

“If I’m that powerful, you should probably try not to piss me off then,” you glared at him hard. “A body holds 1 ½ gallons of blood. I’m sure that’s around the same amount of grace you have in there. Don’t think that I won’t drain you so we can toss you back to the pit where you belong.”

“Is that a promise?” His eyes twinkled as he looked at you.

“You’re trying to distract me,” you realized. “Find out what makes me tick. It’s not going to work. You aren’t going anywhere. And when this is done, I will kill you myself.”

“Why would you want to do that when I can give you what you want?”

“And what do I want?” You sighed out in annoyance.

“You’re family back,” he simply replied.

“I have all the family I need,” you shook your head, your brows scrunching down. “I have Dean, Sam...”

“Your mother?” His words made your heart skip. “I can see what you truly want. Dear old mommy back, along with your father. Both of them. The one you knew and the one you never had a chance to meet. I can bring them all back.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not just some regular Joe angel,” he quipped. “I can do things that you couldn’t even imagine, including bringing back people from the deepest parts of heaven or hell.”

You felt a knot growing in your stomach. Could he really do that? Could he bring them back? How? Gabriel never told you an archangel could do that, but then of course, why would he? What is dead should stay dead. But your mom and your dad, what you wouldn’t give to feel their arms wrapped around you again. And Bobby, the man you never knew. To be able to talk to him, tell him all about yourself and learn who he was truly beyond the stories of everyone’s memory. You started to contemplate what Lucifer was suggesting. No. You couldn’t. It’s not right.

“Is everything alright in here?” Rowena’s voice shook you out of your thoughts.

“Fine”, you replied quickly, standing up at the same time. “I need to go for a run for a bit. Get some things. Will you be alright?”

“Yes,” she stated, looking at Lucifer with suspicion. “It’s about time again for another cut.”

You didn’t bother to respond as you collected your things and made your way to Dean’s room to grab your keys. You needed fresh air. You needed to leave here. It was the only way to get it off of your mind.

Sliding into your car you laid your head back in the seat. Tears followed through your eyes almost in an instance as the door shut. Dammit. This was too much. They were taking too long. Why weren’t they back yet?

You brought your baby to life and pulled out of the garage. The wind whipping through your hair as you drive along, the radio playing a familiar tune. Home. This felt like home again. Away from the chaos and turmoil. The road, your baby, and you. No place like it.

______

“You know without my brother at full strength, your boys won’t stand a chance against Michael.”

Rowena let out an annoyed sigh to Lucifer’s continuous warnings.

“I mean, I’ve been over there. It’s not very pleasant. And Michael, this world's Michael, was nothing compared to that one. He’s ruthless. He makes me look like a Boy Scout.”

Rowena continued to ignore him, but he didn’t give up. She glanced at the clock. It had only been about five minutes since Y/N had left. Poor dear. She had heard what Lucifer was promising her. She knew how much it hurt to lose someone that was a part of you. Only weeks ago she had tried herself to regain her son, a task that had failed miserably.

“But who am I to say what will happen, ya know?” He continued. “It’s not like I’m an expert on killing powerful creatures or anything. Like your son. He went down quick, like a slice of butter.”

“Attempting to bring up my son will do you no good,” she warned. “I’m not afraid of you. I know my death and it’s not by your hand.”

“Oh really?” He smirked. “Let me guess, plague? A little too much eye of newt in your cauldron?”

“Sam Winchester will be the one to end me,” you glared at him. “And you are no Sam Winchester. You only wish that you could be him.”

“You forget,” his smirk widened. “I was him once. He had said yes. And if given the right circumstances, he would say yes again. Your prophecy may be correct, but who’s to say that it will be Sam holding the cards?”

“You keep going on about all the power that you hold, but who was the one that was found lost and cowering away? No one wants you around, not even your son. You speak of my son as though he was weak, but who stood up to you? Hmm? Who stood to protect those he cares about even when he knew he would not win? You talk about power. Family is power. And that, my dear Lucifer is one thing you will never have. No one cares about you or will cry when you are gone.”

Lucifer’s eyes glowed intensely with red. In an instance he had managed to move from his spot and rush his hand across Rowena's throat, threatening her life. In a desperate act of survival she pushed him away, only for him to disappear in the rift.

“Bollocks,” she seethed as she grasped the edge of the table to stabilize herself. She looked over to the gauntlet, it still had grace inside of it. But how much longer would it last? Did she just send them all to their death?

“Bollocks.”

_____

You laid out on the hood of your car. You were in the same spot that Dean had taken you just the night before. You watched the sun go down slowly and the birds hide within the outstretched branches of the trees above you to nestle with their family. Why did it feel so awkward being alone again? This was what you were used to. Just you and your car, taking on the word mile by mile. Now it felt more like you were stranded, unknowing what the next day, hour, or minute might bring.

You picked up your phone, to check if there had been some sort of message sent. With a bare screen, you checked to see if you had reception. Full bars and not one new notification to be found. Was this going to be the rest of your life? Waiting around for someone to tell you that everything was okay? You sat it down besides you and rested your head down on the windshield with your arm hooked behind your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, at least you got to watch the sunset one more time.

______

“We got to get out of here, now,” Dean growled as he darted his eyes to Lucifer standing in the distance. “Without him.”

“Dean,” Mary places her hand on his chest to soothe him. “He saved Sam and Michael is out there. We need him.”

“Mom’s right,” Sam breathed out heavy. “We can't piss him off now. We have to keep moving, but if Michael shows up, we are all dead.”

Dean growled lowly to the thought of Lucifer joining them. He had saved Sam, yes. But at what cost? What did he want?

“We will take care of him later Dean,” Sam whispered so only the three of them could hear. “Just like our plan. Y/N can help.”

“Y/N?” Mary’s brows squished together.

“Y/M/N’s daughter, mom,” Sam informed her. “She found us.”

“Y/M/N? Is she with her?” Her voice broke as she spoke.

“I’m sorry mom,” Dean shook his head. “She died while you’ve been here. Y/N, well, Y/N was looking for her father, Bobby.”

“Bobby Singer?” Mary asked softly.

“You knew?” Dean furrowed his eyes.

“We knew him growing up, but I didn’t know that was her father,” Mary sighed. “Y/M/N would never tell me who it was, just that it was something she had to keep a secret.”

“Why? Why keep her a secret? Especially from Bobby?”

“Because of her past and well…,” Mary’s eyes gazed over towards the alternate reality Bobby as she spoke. “Because Bobby, our Bobby had it bad as a kid. He swore he would never have any.”

“Yeah well he got a bouncing baby badass,” Dean let out a breathy chuckle.

“What do you mean?” Mary looked up to Dean.

“The family curse,” he glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Y/N got it. She’s amazing, mom. She…”

“You love her don’t you?” Mary smirked.

“That’s to say the least,” Sam smiled and playfully shoved at his brother.

“Yeah, well let’s get moving,” Dean cleared his throat. “I’d like to get back to her. I don’t believe for one second Lucifer didn’t harm her. There was no way he got over here without a fight.”

“So what’s the plan?” Dean heard Cas from behind him, Jack in toe.

“Get the hell out of this world and go see my girl,” Dean stated as calmly as he could. Was Y/N alright? Did Lucifer tell the truth by saying that she was alright? Couldn’t be. If she wasn’t hurt, knowing her, she’d be right behind him trying to stop him. The thought made his stomach sick. Y/N alone in the apocalypse world, fighting against the evil that lurked. And Michael. If Michael found her he’d lose her for sure. No, they had to get moving. Time was running out.

“Hey Bobby, what can you tell me about that bus?”

______

“Rowena, I’m back, ” you shouted as you entered the library only to discover she was alone and panicking. ”What the hell?”

”He escaped, I tried to stop him-”

”The rift, it's going to close!” you shouted back as you ran to it. ”Dean, Sam. I have to go find them.”

”I need your help.”

”How?” you breathed out. ”What can I do.”

”Your blood seems to keep it moving, but not for long, ” your eyes furrowed to her. You caught a glimpse of the empty vial next to her. ”I need more.”

Without hesitation you grabbed at a knife besides her and cut your wrist open sideways, dripping it inside the gauntlet. The rift grew brighter.

”Where is he?” your voice trembled, fearing the worst.

”In there, ” her eyes moved to the rift. ”With them.”

”I have to warn them!” you went to move towards it but her shout stopped you in your tracks.

”Stop! They can't come back without you being here! I need you here to keep it open.”

”But Lucifer-”

”They will be fine. He just wants his son. They'll return, but I need you here, ” she warned you.

”Fuck!” you seethed. ”How long has it been?”

”About two hours.”

”If that rift starts to fade and this doesn't work I am going in, ” you shot her back a hard look.

” Let's pray that doesn't happen.”

_____

“We’re getting close now,” Dean stated to his comrades as his eyes scanned the area.

“Everyone needs to be ready,” Sam informed everyone as he readjusted the knife on his thigh.

“What-“ stammered a girl to his left. “What is on the other side?”

“Our home,” Sam replied with a comforting smile. “Our friend Y/N is there waiting for you. She will protect you. Just listen to her.”

“And him?” Bobby nodded to Lucifer driving the bus.

“Once everyone is through, I will take care of him,” Sam’s eyes stayed on him.

——-

Rowena was continuously reciting her spell as you sliced into your palm, allowing the blood to drip down into the gauntlet. The rift was open, but it was getting weaker.

“Hurry Dean,” you said to yourself before turning to Rowena. “It’s not working! I have to go in.”

“Just wait!” She shouted back before continuing.

The seconds that passed seemed like hours until you watched as a person walked through, and then another. None of them being Dean or Sam. As the people continued crossing over you got up from your seat, frantic to know why they weren’t leading everyone in. It wasn’t until you saw a familiar, yet frightened, face that you knew something had to be going on.

“Mary,” you shouted to her attention. “Where are they?”

“Michael,” she gasped. “He’s there-“

You didn’t even let her finish her sentence before you sliced open your hand deeper for more blood to drop down to then quickly turn to the rift.

“I have to get them,” was all you said before you heard the cries to stop. It was too late though, you already crossed over.

The light, the sun trying to illuminate the grey sky blurred your vision as your feet hit the dead ground below you. There were people continuing to push past you to the rift. You stood tall calling out for Dean.

“Dean!”

“Y/N!” He yelled back as he rushed over to you.

“Get her out of here!” Gabriel yelled back with a look of pure fear. The look in his eyes was not one you had ever seen as the bright light approached him with a menacing grin. Michael.

“Go!” Dean yelled at you again, trying to push you to the rift.

“Not without everyone!” you snapped back, attempting to push your way past him. In the midst of your struggle you saw it; Michael stabbing Gabriel with his blade. The light leaving him forever.

“No!”

“Go!” Dean yelled again, pushing you back into the rift with full force. Your strength was no match at the moment for him. Dean had successfully pushed you back to the bunker amongst all the people running for their lives.

“Dean!” You called out as you scrambled to your feet.

A step away from the rift and you felt someone pulling back on your shoulder to stay. Looking back you saw blue eyes on an aging man’s face, desperately begging you to stay. A face you had only seen in pictures. The face of the man you had so desperately wanted to meet. The reason for all of this.

“Let me go Bobby!”

“No!” He barked as he continued to hold you. “Just wait!”

You listened to him. You don’t know why but you did. Tears flowing down as you watched lights enter one by one. Ketch. Cas. Charlie. You didn’t even realize you stopped breathing until you saw Dean’s light enter.

“Dean!” You pushed through to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, smelling the musk of sweat, dirt, and blood.

“I told you I’d be back,” he responded as he held you closely.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked as you pulled away.

“Handling things,” he said as his eyes hit the rift.

“Dean-“ just at that moment Sam entered. Covered in the same mess as his brother. Beaten, but not defeated. You let go of Dean to wrap your arms around Sam. You didn’t even know what he had just done, but you could tell that a weight was lifted. His darkness was gone.

“We good?” Dean asked.

Sam looked behind him as the rift disappeared in a flash. With a smile he turned back to you and Dean.

“We’re good.”

_____

Dean watched as everyone talked to one another. A mixture of new and old faces of family. They were safe. They were home. He smiled as he watched Charlie and Y/N talk to one another. It appeared as though it did not matter that this Charlie was not theirs, she was still the same person that could make anyone smile with her nerd references that he was sure Y/N probably understood.

Bobby walked to the landing of the stairs, addressing his people that this was not the end of their journey, but a new adventure. When he lifted his glass to thank and welcome Dean and Sam to the family, Dean couldn’t help but smile. Family. He had all that he could ever want right here.

____

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” Mary spoke behind you, making you turn to her with a smile.

“Mary,” you replied. “Glad to see you too.”

“Dean told me what had happened,” her smile faded and her light changed to sadness. “I’m so sorry.”

“You know, I want to be mad at her,” you replied while thinking of your mother and your life full of lies. “And Gabriel for that matter. But I can’t. Without them, protecting me, who knows what would have happened? I just wish…I wish that I could have met my father. My real one.”

“Well he may not be your real one,” her eyes glanced towards Bobby. “But I can say that they have the same spirit.”

“I don’t even know what to say. I’ve rehearsed it in my mind so many times, but yet, nothing I can think of seems right.”

“Try hello first,” she warmly smiled back. “And although we aren’t blood, I’ve always considered your mother to be my sister. If there is anything I can do, perhaps talk about her life, I will.”

“Thank you Mary,” you softly replied before giving her a hug.

“Your family Y/N,” she whispered. “And perhaps one day, even my daughter.”

You pulled back from her slowly to see her smirk. Dean must have told her everything, including his feelings for you. It was at that moment that you felt something inside of you change. A warmth that felt like you have been put back together. You were whole. What you had been missing, you finally found. Family. Your true family.

_____

The warm water felt amazing on his skin. The droplets easing his stiff muscles, the steam clearing his mind. He was home. Home and safe, with her. He opened his eyes to see her standing across from him, naked with a smile. They didn’t even need to say words as he pulled her close to him, the water hitting both of them as she buried her head into his chest. This was home.

After cleaning each other, Dean and Y/N got dressed and went back out to the library where everyone still gathered eating a feast that was prepared. Smiling faces all chattering filled the once empty halls with life. This is what home feels like.

Y/N went to continue walking in, but Dean stopped her by pulling back on her wrist. She looked at him puzzled, but reluctantly moved back to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just enjoying the moment.”

“Well come on,” she laughed. “Let's join them.”

“Not yet,” he sighed with nervousness. “There’s something I need to do.”

“Which is?” Her brow raised with her question. Dean smiled at her irritation while she patiently waited. That attitude of hers that matched his own.

“Spend forever with you,” he said as he pulled out the silver ring that was once his mothers that he wore for many years for protection. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was proposing.

“Forever?” Her eyes lit up with her words.

“You’re already a Winchester,” he smiled. “How about we make it official?”

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[burai-note-au]

Kira Burai AU

"All these years, and things are finally about to get interesting on Earth again, huh? Sorry to interrupt, miss, but you've got something of mine..."

The nightmare is over. Has been for five years. Kira is dead, and everyone knows it. A new god raises hell against the world, the international terrorist organization, PROXY. They take credit for the death of Kira, and bombing the Kira Task Force headquarters, and leaving Yagami Light in a coma he will probably never wake from. They don’t talk about what they did to L, but the videos leaked onto the dark web speak for themselves.

The world has moved on, but not everyone has. L is troubled by more than just lingering pain. His reputation as the world’s greatest detective is tarnished. Most of the former Task Force officers refuse to acknowledge him. Criminals he’d thought were dealt with keep resurfacing, sensing weakness, craving revenge. And he’ll never get that justice he promised after all. Light’s memory haunts him worse than any ghost - the memory of a man he may have, may have, seen as more than a murder suspect.

He goes by Hikaru now.

It’s been five years and Briar Gillespie is doing okay. She’s all grown up and in the big city of Tokyo, like she always knew she would. Her missionary parents long returned to America, she’s made a nice little life for herself. She works, she bakes, she feeds strays, she is happy. But in the back of her mind she hasn’t forgotten the only god she’s ever truly believed in, and her wish for a peaceful world shattered once again by painful reality.

It takes just one person to change the path of fate. And when a Death Note shoots into her life like a bullet from a gun, Briar makes her decision.

FAQ:

What is this AU?

This is what happens when I have too much time on my hands and a lot of friends to bounce ideas off of.

No but really - this AU is about an ex Kira cultist who gets her hands on a Death Note and decides to become an Angel for her dead god. Except Kira isn’t technically dead, and L and the police are not the only problems she needs to worry about. Meanwhile, L returns to Japan on the hunt for a serial killer he once believed put away for good. What’s gonna happen when L and Briar meet? Let’s find out together! 

Who are you?

I'm Coffee! Or Jason if you like that better. As of writing I'm 31 years old, and I've been doing this since I was at least 13. You are in good hands, I promise, I mostly know what I'm doing. I live in the USA on the East Coast, more in the south than the north, and within driving distance of the beach. Unfortunately for me, I like the beach better in theory than in practice. What I do like are cats - I'd love to see yours!

What can I expect from this blog?

Pretty much what you'd get from any fandom blog I guess. Headcanons, reblogs of fanart or memes or character analysis, that kind of stuff, all sfw. My created content will always be centered on this au, of course.

What’s your stance on shipping?

I have a fondness for Lawlight so that will pop up now and then, mostly in the past tense since Light is, uh, kinda in a coma right now. I don’t have anything in mind for other ships - doesn’t mean they won’t show up, I just don’t have ideas for any.

Any trigger warnings I should know about?

Transphobia [L is trans]

Anti foreigner attitudes

Torture

General 'period typical' bigotry and attitudes in general

Will add more as I think of them

Tags - for organizing and finding things:

To be determined

[reallygrossstuff]

Susie forcing Kris into diapers?

As of typing this, this is the last DR request in my inbox. If nothing new comes in I guess I'll have to find something else to write (or stop procrastinating and finish my longer stories instead OTL)

Also I've done enough of these that I should probably start using character tags. I won't use the characters' real names because this definitely doesn't belong in the main tags, but my bad jokes will probably make it obvious who's who.

“Oh, this is too good,” Susie cackled, leaning back as she opened Kris’ dresser drawer the rest of the way. Obviously the first thing she’d done on being let into Kris’ bedroom was to dig for dirt, hunting around for an old diary or photo album, but she hadn’t at all expected what she’d actually found.

In the bottom drawer of the dresser, next to a pile of neatly-folded winter pyjamas, was an opened pack of nighttime diapers.

The moment Kris saw what Susie had found, what little colour they had drained from their face, the human quickly averting their eyes from the sight. Good, it wouldn’t be funny if Kris wasn’t ashamed to have it found.

“Man, Kris, you just keep upping the ante on being a weenie, huh?” Lifting the pack out of the drawer, Susie set it down on Kris’ bed to get a better look at it. The packaging said there were two dozen in the pack, but there were probably four or so missing, creating a noticeable void within the clear plastic wrapping.

“Shut up,” Kris hissed, probably going for insulted but really just coming across as embarrassed. “I don’t wear those, mom just never throws anything out.”

“There’s some missing,” Susie said, fixing Kris with her best smug grin and waiting out their attempt at stoic silence.

Eventually they cracked, the need to defend themself winning out over the urge to not dig their hole deeper. “...I caught that stomach bug that went around the school last year, and it was worse for humans - don’t laugh!” They cut themself off when Susie started doing just that, one hand gripping her face as she laughed at the ceiling.

“Oh wow, that’s great, I needed a laugh like that.” Eventually Susie’s glee settled, her loud laughter no longer raising Kris’ hackles. “I bet you looked so dumb in these things, I’ve gotta see that.”

Crossing their arms over their chest, Kris said, “It’s not like mom took photos of me while I was sick.”

“No, duh, that’d be dumb. But I’ve still gotta see it.”

Kris just stared for a minute, clearly not getting what Susie was saying. She waited silently, counting the seconds until realisation brought heat back to their face. “Absolutely not.”

“I wasn’t asking you! After all the bossing us around you did today, I deserve to see something this stupid.” She watched Kris turn towards the bedroom door, but it was easy to get there first and lean her weight against it so they couldn’t open it. “No running away from this one.”

Kris kept trying to pull at the door anyway, but without any magic Dark World strength it stayed firmly shut. “Why do you even want to see something that stupid?”

“I dunno, stress relief? Payback for you telling Noelle I have a tail? Do I gotta have a reason? It’s just funny.” Once Kris stopped yanking at the door, Susie grabbed them by the neck of their shirt and dragged them back towards the bed, Kris quickly giving up on trying to out-strength her.

“Telling Noelle you have a tail didn’t ruin your reputation, though.”

“And this is gonna ruin yours? It’s not like I’ve got a phone to take pics on, and I already know you’re a huge nerd, this isn’t gonna change that. It’s just getting even. Now quit trying to distract me, we’re getting you in this thing.”

Obviously Susie had no idea how to put a diaper on somebody, but the point of this wasn’t to do it well. Shoving Kris until they sat on the bed, she yanked their pants and boxers down around their ankles (admittedly awkward, but Susie kept focused on the task at hand) before grabbing one of the diapers from the pack now that it was back in arm’s reach.

Wrapping the diaper around Kris’ waist - and working around their defensive gestures in the process - Susie pulled all the tapes as tight as they’d go, assuming that was what they were there for, and stepped back to judge the finished product, taking their pants with her as insurance.

If it wasn’t so clearly Kris’ size, Susie probably would’ve assumed the diapers were something Toriel had bought for the little kids she taught. The waistband had a repeating pattern of various monster parts, horns and tails covered in all manner of fur, scales and feathers. The main body of padding was mostly unadorned, save for a pair of vertical lines surrounded by rainbow stars, probably some sort of fade-when-wet design.

As she’d hoped, Kris looked even dumber wearing it.

“God, this is better than I expected, you look like such a weenie.” Susie grinned, only not laughing because that would make her look away from Kris’ show of ever-increasing discomfort. They kept shifting around on top of the bedspread, freezing up every time the diaper crinkled under them, tugging at the hem of their shirt as if that could ever cover them up. “Do you feel like a weenie too? I bet you do.”

“The weeniest, obviously,” Kris signed, throat bobbing with an aborted attempt to speak. If they’d said it, Susie might have assumed they were trying to deflect, but the signing was a clear indicator that they really were embarrassed by this.

“Good, that’s the point. Oh man, even Ralsei would think you look like a dork wearing those.” Eyes widening with a new thought, Susie asked, “Do you think they’d turn into something if we went to see him? Like our clothes normally do?”

“I’m not going all the way into a Dark World wearing this,” Kris replied, dodging the actual question Susie had asked. She’d bet it would turn into something though, probably something even dumber than how it already looked.

“Hell yeah you are. Here,” she said, throwing Kris’ pants back at them, “put those back on, I gotta see this.”

Kris caught the pants but didn’t otherwise move. “No. I put this on for you, I’m not going back to school wearing these.”

“God, man, just because you look like a damn baby doesn’t mean you’ve gotta act like one,” Susie groaned. “Put those on, seriously, or I’ll drag you to school without ‘em.”

Kris shut up and put the pants on quickly after that. At least they learned fast.

[frogtanii]

these transcripts are protected by doctor-client privilege and hippa laws and should only be accessed by the verified person(s). please call xxx-xxxx if you are in fear of those laws being violated.

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[dr otsuaka]: hello, [redacted]! it’s so great to hear from you again! last we met, things were on track with your recovery — has that changed at all?

[patient 86]: clears throat um, not really. things are weird, that’s all.

[dr o]: weird how?

[86]: ...

[dr o]: does this have something to do with your roommate, [redacted]?

[86]: nods

[dr o]: does this also deal with you working through your feelings for her?

[86]: she... she doesn’t like me like that. i’m not like... like [redacted].

[dr o]: now, what did we say about negative self talk and comparisons to others?

[86]: ...not to do it.

[dr o]: i know it isn’t easy but you are not [redacted] or [redacted] for a reason. you are you and that doesn’t make you less than! it just makes you different.

[86]: smiles ... she said something like that to me once.

[dr o]: she sounds like a smart girl. you should listen to her.

[86]: ...yeah.

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[patient 12]: —and then she just, punches the air, wham! and it was so intense and i’m pretty sure i’ve never been more turned on in my life because, god doc you should’ve seen her. i know you’re like 50 and gay but.. damn.

[doctor fujiwara]: laughs you are quite the character [redacted].

[12]: i try.

[dr f]: well, it seems as though this girl has become quite the fixture in your life.

[12]: i mean.. yeah. she saved me.

[dr f]: hm... don’t you think you are.. idolizing her a bit? placing her on an unattainable pedestal which sets her up for failure in your eyes? you’ve placed quite a bit of weight on [redacted].

[12]: ... no, no she’s helped me through so much but i don’t, she’s not my idol or anything.

[dr f]: are you sure? you place much of the credit for your recovery on her. is that fair to her, to feel entirely responsible for your health and well-being?

[12]: ...

[dr f]: just think about it, hm? now, tell me again about this ferret you were thinking of purchasing?

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[dr otsuaka]: ... and how did that make you feel?

[patient 88]: ... you couldn’t sound more cliche if you tried.

[dr o]: laughs nothing gets quite past you [redacted].

[88]: you say that as though it is a bad thing.

[dr o]: trust me it isn’t. but on that note, tell me some things you’ve observed this week.

[88]: ...she isn’t eating as much. i think the stress is getting to her.

[dr o]: is it not getting to you as well?

[88]: ...it isn’t about me.

[dr o]: this is your therapy session [redacted], it quite literally is about you. ...have you been neglecting yourself in favor of taking care of her?

[88]: we’re drifting and i do not want to lose her. she has [redacted] and it doesn’t seem like... like she has use of me anymore.

[dr o]: [redacted]... you are not an object to be used. no one can decide if you are “of use” or not — you need to take care of yourself so that when you are up to it, when you are healed and ready, you can take care of the others around you. she is a grown woman and as much as you care for her, she can take care of herself. it is time for you to focus on you.

[88]: ... i don’t know how to do that.

[dr o]: smiles well, that is what i’m here for.

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[dr barnes]: ah welcome, [redacted]! it’s so great to meet you! dr otsuaka speaks of you highly!

[patient 4]: wow! you’re so big! your biceps are as big as my head!!

[dr b]: laughs i do enjoy my time at the gym! please sit, sit!

[4]: thank you for seeing me dr barnes!

[dr b]: no, it’s really my pleasure! when dr otsuaka needed to clear out her client list, i leaped at the opportunity to take some of you on.

[4]: yeah, she told me something like that. i’m just happy i still have a therapist! it would really suck if all my progress went out the window.

[dr b]: oh yes, i have some of your charts here... shuffles papers looks like you suffer from... separation anxiety and ptsd?

[4]: yep, but it hasn’t gotten me down yet!

[dr b]: that’s great [redacted]. i’m looking forward to seeing the progress we can make with one another!

[4]: aw, thanks dr b! you’re so cool!

[dr b]: that’s all you bud, all you. so, what do you think of starting from the beginning?

[4]: well, it all started when my mom met my dad and they fell in love and had se—

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[dr yamada]: wow, hi [redacted]! it’s been so long since we’ve last spoken. high school, was it?

[patient 7]: um, yeah.

[dr y]: so, what brings you back here to see me? do you need a refill on your meds?

[7]: ...maybe.

[dr y]: [redacted]... are you alright?

[7]: bursts into tears no.. oh god no..

[dr y]: that bad, huh?

[7]: yeah.. yeah, it’s that bad.

[dr y]: is it [redacted]?

[7]: sniffles oh, no not him. actually, his girlfriend? she’s back.

[dr y]: oh god..

[7]: yeah.. laughs dryly

[dr y]: well, it’s a good thing you’re here then. do you remember your affirmations?

[7]: how could i forget? i am loved—

[dr y]: in unison —i am deserving of love—

[7]: —and i will love in return. wow, it’s been a minute.

[dr y]: and still, it stuck. yet another example of my incredible teachings.

[7]: just as insufferable as always, dr yamada.

[dr y]: and just as guarded as usual, [redacted]. am i going to have to pry the information out of you this time around?

[7]: nah... i think... i think i really need to talk about it.

[dr y]: good. i am here to listen.

℗ poker face

intermission

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an - kekeke a new funky short filler chapter comin up for y’all!!! i’ve done therapy transcripts once before so i kinda wanted to try again??? provide a splash of insight for the hotties who r going to therapy in pf!! and even tho i think i made it kinda obvious, i wanna see y’all guess whomst is whom!!! also this is considerably lower quality than i intended KSJ but we will get back to our regularly scheduled (read: better) writing tomorrow KEJEK anyways fat thanks to my wife ghostie (who i cant tag rip) for helping me out!!! don’t forget to feed me!!! <3333

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[smashboxgirl26]

trophy wife

todoroki shoto x fem! reader summary: making the most of the situation at hand, together contains: fluff, (LIKE THE TEENIEST BIT OF ANGST BUT THATS IT) word count: 6.5k a/n: well,,, here we are guys!! lowkey underestimated how long this was gonna be when I was writing it, I never expected it to be this freaking long but here we are i guess...... enjoy!!

tags: @spacemochi-x @siriuslychim @sensually-lazy

“Sweetie, me and your father have to make one small, simple request of you,” your mother said carefully after placing her hand over yours in your lap.

The “family meeting” that had been called was immediate, abrupt, and spontaneous - words that did not in any way possible describe your very collected and calculated parents. They ran one of the most successful companies in Japan after all, and they never would’ve gotten there with spontaneity - no, it came from their focus and the intensity they placed on their work (maybe some that should’ve been given to you).

You looked at her serious expression with wide eyes and a delirious look.

What could they possibly want?

But you nervously nodded your head, and bit the inside of your cheek before responding. “Sure, what is it?”

“We need you to get closer to Enji’s youngest son on the trip so we can arrange a relationship between the two of you, and thus our families,” your dad stated easily.

The sentence took longer than it should have to sink in and for you to fully understand the consequences of his words. But you were left bewildered at the way they spoke of it as if it was one of the easiest things in the world to accomplish.

“Enji?” you asked, blinking wildly in confusion. “As in, from the royal family?”

“Yes honey,” your mother responded almost boredly.“You’re marrying into the royal family.”

“Wha- Huh?,” you sputtered out. “But why? What do they think about this? Are they even aware that you’re trying to set us up? What about that princess that he was supposed to be marrying? Why doesn’t he go with her instead?”

“It fell through,” your mother picked at her nails. “Something about her falling in love with a commoner in her country. And yes, Enji is very aware of the arrangement. Actually, he was the one that approached us about it first.”

You felt as your eyes gaped out of your head, and you could only stare at the both of your parents wordlessly. How were they expecting you to take this news so simply? This news was massive, and life-changing.

“That’s why we invited them on the trip in the first place,” your father added..

“But it’s your anniversary trip!” you protested. “Why are you mixing our vacation with other matters? You guys could’ve arranged this later, or after the trip.”

“Just do as we ask,” your father answered coldly. “It’ll make life easier for all of us.”

“Don’t you want to be a princess?” your mother added. “Now’s your chance!”

“What about his other siblings? He’s the youngest, I’d be duchess at most,” you raised your eyebrow towards her.

It was clear she was trying to clear the air between you and your father, attempting to cover up the tension and tenacity that was brewing under the surface of both of your tempers. Apples don’t fall far from their trees, after all.

“Their father deemed them unworthy. And that’s what I’ll do the same for you if you don’t listen,” he bit back.

Of course he would pull that card, as if he hadn’t already deemed you unworthy of taking over their business from the start. You remained quiet though at the threatening tone, opting to stare at the floor and try to mull over the situation in your head. None of it really made any sense. Yeah, it was possible that they wanted you to marry the prince for marketing purposes or something like that - but it practically made no sense.

They were a big enough company that none of this was necessary. Why were they being so insistent - as if everything was riding on this?

Your father walked over to the small cart on the side of the living room, and you watched as he poured himself a glass of brandy, swirling the crystalline cup in what seemed to be thought. He was hesitant about something - you could tell by the far off look on his face and the way his lips pressed themselves into a thin line, causing the lines around his mouth to deepen.

“What happened?” you asked carefully.

It was quiet for another moment, and your father only slowly took a sip from his glass and let out a sigh before he spoke. “....We’re going bankrupt.”

You only blinked in response, confused, before turning to your mother to get some sort of confirmation for his words. But she only looked at you with a solemn look, the plastered look of happiness from earlier having fallen through the cracks of her guise.

“Enji’s willing to invest,” your father continued. “But he wanted you in exchange.”

So he wants the perfect trophy wife for his son.

“You know we wouldn’t ask these kinds of things from you,” your mother added quickly. “But he’s willing to purchase forty-nine percent of the shares as long as the marriage goes through.”

“Does the prince know about this too?” you asked after a moment.

“I’m sure he does,” your mother replied. “I don’t know why they would hide it from him.”

“We’d still keep ownership over the business,” your father added. “But we’d get additional support from Enji and his funds. Not to mention the news that the royal family is investing would bring some business back in.”

“If you do this, you won’t have to worry about anything later on. Their family will provide you everything you need, and you’ll have the business in your name toif needed,” your mother butt back in. “Please, sweetie. This isn’t only for our future, but for yours. I’d feel much better when I die knowing that you’re taken care of and won’t have any money problems later on in life.”

The pleading looks on their faces was strange in some way. You’d never seen them as more than stone-faced and firm, but here they were trying to convince you to do something. It wasn’t really for yourself like they said it was, and you knew that. It was for the business, as everything had been since you were little.

But they’d never really asked anything from you, business wise. And the looks they were giving you almost tugged at the young part of you that was upset when they basically revealed they didn’t think you were capable of taking it over. How could you deny them the one thing they ever asked you to do for it?

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“Remember to smile,” your mother reminded you for the hundredth time. “And stand up straight, stop slouching.”

“I know,” you swatted her hands away from your shoulders. “Relax, stop stressing me out. You’ll make me regret saying yes to this.”

You and your family were standing on the deck of the cruise overlooking the crystalline blue water of the ocean. Both your parents had glasses of champagne in hand, and continued to sip at them nervously while waiting for Enji and his family to arrive. Some of their other guests were there sure, but at this point they weren’t considered important.

You see, for their anniversary, they’d decided to invite a bunch of their friends to go on a cruise with them for a week, all expenses paid. It was probably planned like that to show that the business wasn’t failing and that you were all perfectly fine financially, though it was probably one of the stupidest ways to show it. But what could you say besides “rich people problems”.

For the past couple weeks since your parents let you in on their reasoning for inviting the royal family, they’d been stressed about the itinerary for the trip and making arrangements for them. Everything was about Enji’s comfort and Enji’s opinion. If he couldn’t stay in a smaller room then he would get the suite like your parents. If there was anything he or his family was allergic to or didn’t like it was eradicated from the menu. It only went to show how far your parents were kissing up to him to make sure the arrangement was successful.

This was the first thing they’d ever cared so much about that actually concerned you, which was almost funny in a strange way.

So, as soon as your parents busied themselves talking to the other guests they’d invited, you immediately slumped yourself against the wall and downed the champagne glass you’d been carrying around for show. The humid air and blinding sun from above wasn’t doing you too well right now, you were already stressed from the added pressure your parents had been giving you for the past couple of days. It felt like you were sweating, so you fanned yourself quickly after bringing the sunglasses sitting atop your head to cover your eyes.

“Y/N!” you heard someone shout from across the opposite end of the deck.

You immediately turned to see Momo running across to where you were standing, despite wearing heels, with her arms stretched open.

A smile immediately replaced the frown that was once there, and you ran to meet her in the middle as the both of you wrapped your arms around each other in a tight hug, swinging yourselves back and forth while giggling and smiling.

It’d been far too long since you last saw her, and you were incredibly thankful that she would be there with you.

“I missed you,” she whined. “I can’t believe you’ve been so busy that you don’t even make time for me anymore,” she pouted.

“Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes. “Says “Miss Model” who literally has to go to Paris every other weekend.”

“You know I’d gladly take you along with me,” she smiled as she pulled back from the hug.

Immediately raking over her appearance, it was easy for you to say that she’d somehow gotten prettier from the last time you saw her - and that was at super high class party a couple months ago where she’d been decked out in designer clothes and makeup, while she was only wearing a simple cotton two-piece to match with the cruise aesthetic at the moment.

“So.. What’s been up with you?” you asked her with a teasing smile.

“You know that already silly,” she giggled as she hit your arm. “The real question is, what’s been going on with you?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you rolled your eyes at her. “I can’t even believe I decided to go through with it.”

“It’ll be fine,” she patted your shoulder. “I’ve met Shoto before, he’s actually quite sweet when you get to know him.”

“It’s not even that,” you sighed. “The problem is my parents. They haven’t stopped pestering me since yesterday about how I’m supposed to act around him and all that shit.”

“It’ll be okay, they’ll get over it after a while and leave you alone,” she promised. “Thats’s how my parents got over the news of me dating Kyoka.”

“I remember that scandal,” you chuckled at the memory. “My parents were horrified when they found out I knew about it and didn’t tell them.”

“It was so hard for my parents to keep a straight face in front of the paparazzi though when they were bombarded with questions about it. They didn’t want to seem homophobic, though, so I guess that’s the reason why they just rolled with it.So basically, they’ll be super weird and annoying about it first, but they’ll get over it after a while..”

“Well, let’s see how long it takes my parents to stop bugging me about the way I’m supposed to act,” you sighed. “They’re expecting me to act like this “perfect little trophy wife” you know? Like, don’t speak unless spoken to, and I need to find a way to show off my “domestic skills”. My mom’s nagged at me at least twenty times today for slouching.”

“Well, you really should stop slouching,” Momo pointed out quickly. “It’s bad for your back.”

You rolled your eyes before continuing, “I know, but still. I hate that they’re trying to make me act in this weird way like Shoto won’t find out who I really am later, unless they expect for me to keep this charade up forever.”

“Well, you’re already going against what they’re trying to make you do by just standing off here to the side, so I don’t think it’s going to be an issue,” she reassured. “Chill out though, when all the guests are here, they’ll be way too busy tending to everyone’s needs to bother you all the time.”

You smiled back at her words, thankful that she was there to help you keep a level head. You didn’t know how you could’ve survived without her and then being stuck with your mom on top of it. She acted like a cushion between you and your parents, and it was such a relief considering the entire situation.

“So who else was invited? I met Nieto and Itsuka already on the opposite side.”

“Oh, the Iida’s and the Bakugou’s. My mom said that we were only showing off our ‘close circle’ to Enji.”

“Well, at least it’ll be like old times,” she shrugged half-hazardly. “We could all get up to dumb stuff and sneak away when our parents aren’t looking.”

“True,” you giggled.

“Hello everyone! It’s good to see you all again!” you heard Tenya announce to your parents from across the deck.

“Well, that’s our queue,” you sighed.

“Yup, we better go greet everyone now,” Momo smiled back. The two of you linked arms and walked to the area of the deck where most of your parents’ guests were standing and talking.

There were other people on the cruise besides your parents and their friends, because you were rich but you weren’t that rich, and that meant the deck was crowded. All your parents’ guests were chatting with champagne glasses in hand - the moms all standing in strategic ways to show off their new designer purses, while the dads all talked about how their businesses were going in their attempts to brag, leaving Tenya, Itsuka, and Neito over to the side talking about whatever.

You grabbed another champagne glass off a waiter passing by, since you knew your mom would scold you if she found out you downed yours in one go because it was “unladylike”.

“And of course, here’s the star of the hour,” Neito commented sarcastically when he saw you approaching.

Itsuka quickly hit the upside of his head, and he glared at her in annoyance but didn’t dare say anything to make her hit him again.

“Don’t be rude,” she scolded.

“It’s fine,” you waved him off. “I’m used to his antics. So... I’m guessing you all know then?”

“Well... We kinda figured when we found out the Todoroki’s were even coming on the trip in the first place, since your family isn’t that close with them,” Itsuka replied. “There wouldn’t really be any other reason besides some sort of arrangement between your families.”

“Wish I would’ve thought of it that way when we sent out the invitations,” you snorted.

“It’s not a big deal though Y/N,” Tenya added quickly. “It’s not something we’d ever berate you for.”

“Speak for yourself,” Monoma chuckled as he took a sip of his champagne. “I think it’s sad that you couldn’t find anyone to love you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him with annoyance while you rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky that Itsuka even tolerates you. I don’t know how she does it, because I wouldn’t have lasted a minute of you being my boyfriend.”

Now it was his turn to glare at you while Itsuka just stood there laughing beside him. You gave him a knowing smirk, and he didn’t say anything until his eye caught the final piece to your odd puzzle of friends. “Hey look! The extra is here!”

“What the fuck did you just call me? Take that back you fucking wannabe!”

You quickly turned to see Katsuki stomping his way over to your small group with a scowl on his face, huffing and puffing as he came right into Neito’s face to shove a finger in his chest.

“If you wanna fight me just say it you damn extra. We all know I’m gonna win anyways and end up throwing you overboard,” he grinned evilly.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” you grabbed him by the shoulders and attempted to pull him away. “Maybe let’s not kill someone the second we get on the boat please.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes and huffed once again before stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest, letting out a sigh before speaking, “This is stupid. I can’t believe I’m stuck here with all of you.”

“Yeah right,” you rolled your eyes.

“Says the guy who wouldn’t leave us alone at the Art Gala,” Itsuka chuckled.

“Yeah, cause you extras were better than the other extras there!” he grumbled back. “I didn’t wanna talk to those randos the old hag was trying to introduce me to.”

“You still refer to your mother as a hag?” Tenya looked at Katsuki skeptically. “That’s incredibly rude.”

“Oh shut up. Get the stick out of your ass first and then we can talk.”

Tenya’s offended look caused you, Neito, Momo, and Itsuka to burst out into laughter while the two left-over rose into an argument. Your stomach was hurting from the way you continued to laugh and giggle at their colorful insults, and you had to lean on Momo to catch yourself from falling after a point.

But, of course, that carefree mindset wouldn’t last long.

“Y/N!” your mother called. “Come over here and greet everyone!”

By the way she tried to make her voice sound sweet and cheesy, you knew exactly who it was time for you to meet.

And so you feigned a deep breath before turning around with a smile plastered on your face to go meet your most likely future husband. Sounds incredibly nerve-wracking, right? Well, with the pressure of having to save your parents' company and keeping them from scolding you later on for not “acting properly” it became a lot worse.

You could feel the smile you wore wobbling as you attempted to walk gracefully” to where your parents were standing along with the Royal Family. It almost felt like you were gritting your teeth by the time you’d reached there, and you could almost taste your mother’s disapproval at your currently slipping smile simply by the look she was giving you with her eyes while the cheesy smile stayed on her lips. How was she able to do that?

“And here’s Y/N,” your mother announced to the group standing behind her while she grabbed your arm to place you right next to her.

It was like you were a prize, or a trophy being shown off to hungry contestants on a show. It was almost degrading, and you instantly became overwhelmed by the many pairs of eyes that suddenly turned to you, still trying to keep the gritted smile plastered on your face.

There was the Royal Family, somehow, standing on the cruise ship that would be taking your parents and their friends on a week-long trip for their anniversary. It was incredibly strange seeing them all like that in person, without the royal attire you’d normally see them wear on TV or in magazines. Even if you were probably closer to their level than a majority of the population, seeing them standing there so casually still made you feel incredibly weird.

Enji stood in the front with a stern smile, or what seemed like the most forced smile you’d ever seen in your life, alongside his wife Rei who was giving you the most blinding, genuine smile you’d ever seen while she observed the clear, beautiful view of the bay surrounding the ship from the deck. Clearly those two were exact opposites. Behind them stood Prince Touya, who was giving you an almost smirk while checking the place out, Prince Natsuo, who was not really paying any attention to you at all and was nudging Touya about something, Princess Fuyumi, who gave you a genuine smile and a wave, and finally Prince Shoto, who’s face sat basically stone faced while he stared at you straight on. All were decked out in designer clothes, and even if they were considered more casual and categorized as beach-wear, it was pretty obvious by the Gucci logos on the boys’ Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses that everything they wore was extremely expensive.

And yeah, you were wearing designer clothes too, but even this was making you feel uncomfortable.

Enji was the one that made the first move, stepping forward and continuing to offer his weak form of a smile, “Good to see you again Y/N.”

“Again?” you asked him almost deliriously.

“You met the Todoroki’s back when you were five, dear,” your mother answered quickly. You could almost feel her disappointment for questioning him. “You and Shoto ran around the hall at the party and hid under the tablecloths.”

“Oh.”

“You were so little back then,” Rei cooed. “And now you’ve grown up into such a stunning young lady.”

“She gets that from me,” your mother joked while squeezing her hand around your arm tighter. Either your smile had slipped off your face or you were slouching, and you had no idea which one.

“Come, come,” your father spoke up. “Let’s introduce you to everyone, Enji.”

You watched as he clapped Enji’s back and guided him to the side of the deck near the wall where all the other fathers were still talking. Your mother followed in suit and led Rei over to where the mothers were standing and chatting as well, gushing about the sundress she was wearing as she went. And that meant you were left alone with the Todoroki siblings, turning around to keep the awkward smile plastered on as you faced them.

“So, um it’s good to see you guys...again, I guess,” you started cautiously. “Thanks for coming.”

“No of course,” Fuyumi responded cheerfully. “The view from just here is beautiful, and we haven’t even left yet! I can’t wait till we’re able to see more.”

Her giddiness helped calm you down a bit, and you were able to suck in a deep breath to reinstate yourself.

But before you could say anything else to try and break the ice between you, Touya interrupted you with, “How many girls are gonna be here?”

“Touya!” Fuyumi scolded, hitting his arm

“Like.. three?” you shrugged. “If you’re talking about the people we invited.”

“Damn I thought there’d be more,” he sighed. “I was hoping to finally show Nats the ‘way of life’.”

It was extremely obvious as to what ‘way of life’ he was referring to. Anyone would if they kept up with the Royal Family and their drama. It was widely known that Touya was the playboy of the family, constantly swinging from one fling to the next. It wasn’t uncommon to hear about his latest “project” in the magazines or on the radio.

That was his reason for being pushed aside from the throne, at least from what you'd heard. And by the nonchalant arm that he’d slung over Natsuo’s shoulder and the smirks they were both wearing, it seemed he was roping Natsuo into the same category.

“We’ll see you guys around then,” Natsuo waved just as Touya pulled him off to the stairs leading to the pool on the lower deck.

Well now, at least in your mind, you had two less people to worry about.

Shoto was still quiet, only boring holes into you or his surroundings with a glazed-over look. You wanted to talk to him in some way, and try and understand his opinion on the whole ordeal of the two of you getting married, but the tension between the two of you was cold and awkward, and left him too far away from you to try to reach out and ask.

“Oh, let me go say hi to Momo,” Fuyumi stated suddenly. “It’s been ages since I last saw her.”

The two of you watched silently while she walked away, and you pondered the question of “What the fuck do I say to him now?” The tiny part of your mother that resided within you was pestering you to make a move to talk to him or even try to flirt with him.

“So,” Shoto stated suddenly. “We’ll be married soon.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled awkwardly. What a great fucking start.

“What food do you like?”

The change of topic practically gave you whiplash, and you took a couple of seconds of blinking wildly and sputtering out nonsense before you could even answer.

“Huh? Oh- uh.. Well, I uh- sushi. I like sushi.”

“Huh,” he nodded, and it stressed you out. It was like he was contemplating whether your choice was acceptable or not. Or at least the stoic expression that remained on his face gave you that impression.

“Uh, what’s yours?” you finally asked him.

“Huh?”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Oh, cold soba.”

The first conversation you ever had was asking each other what you liked to eat.

- - - - - - - - -

“We booked a table for all you kids down at the bar,” your mom said to you in the most inconspicuous way possible that evening. “Make sure to take Shoto and have fun with him.”

And there it was - the push.

But realistically speaking, the evening was fun. With all of your friends all laughing and buzzed, the bar became quite the party between all of you. There was even live entertainment, in which Touya gladly jumped right in the middle of and left later with one of the dancers on his arm. It was fun to get the chance to catch up with one another in such a lighthearted setting, with no parents there to keep you all under lock and key while trying to police your every move.

Shoto seemed to be enjoying himself as well, though he was mostly quiet and observant, watching your interactions with the rest of the group as you all cracked jokes at each other and took shots. It was almost nice having him there with you all, and you realized that you kinda liked the calming aura he gave off.

The sail was smooth in the peaceful waters, and the moonlight draped over the white exterior of the ship provided a lovely, peaceful atmosphere - one perfect for the occasion of fun.

But even as the night became closer to morning, none of you were done with the fun it had allowed you after being under your parents’ thumb for so long. So, long after the bar closed at midnight, the eight of you were up on the deck, as Fuyumi had also left in order to go to sleep earlier on, passing a bottle of vodka around as you continued to laugh and joke with each other.

“No, no, no,” Neito droned out. “I never fucking did that! You’re lying to me!”

“Yes you did,” Itsuka giggled as she continued. “You one hundred percent did!”

And immediately the rest of you burst out into laughter as Neito continued to try and defend himself and deny that it had occurred at the same time.

“I can’t believe this fucking baby pissed his pants,” Bakugou wheezed. “If that doesn’t tell me I’d win in a fight, nothing does!”

“No!” Neito shouted in response. “She’s lying! You can tell by the way she’s laughing!”

“Eye witness accounts win,” you replied with a chuckle. “I was there too ya know.”

Shoto was still mostly silent, only subtly laughing and smiling along with the stories being shared, though none of his were being offered in exchange. You’d initially thought it was because he was shy, but you didn’t miss the subtle way his smile would droop ever so often. It made you quite sad in a way, for the way he somehow put so much thought on these stories which basically meant nothing to the rest of you.

A breeze ran by, and you suddenly felt your hands rubbing up and down your arms in attempts to try and bring warmth back to them. It quickly caught the attention of the many sitting around you.

“Would you like my jacket Y/N?” Iida asked from beside you.

“No, I’m okay.”

“You’ll catch a cold you idiot,” Bakguou said after taking a swig from the bottle and handing it over to Natsuo. “Take his jacket.”

“No, it’s okay,” you giggled. “Besides, I wouldn’t be caught dead in such an old-fashioned looking jacket.”

Iida gave you an offended look while Itsuka and Momo laughed along with you, leaning back in their seats as you all gave each other a look of knowing.

But while distracted, one was placed over your shoulders gently, and the lingering scent of cologne invaded your senses. You looked over to the other side, surprised, to see the last lingering moments of Shoto laying his jacket over your shoulders. It was made of wool, and wrapped around you it felt like a hug.

“Thank- Thank you,” you gave him a smile.

“No problem,” he returned eagerly, giving you a slight nod of his head before sipping on the beer bottle he carried.

“Oh fuck, I feel sick,” Natsuo suddenly groaned, and everyone quickly looked to him with wide eyes. He was leaning over and gagging, and everyone knew what was about to happen.

“Ey! Turn over there!” Katsuki started shouting. “Don’t do that on my shoes!”

But it was too late, and Natsuo was coughing out as vomit spilled right onto Katsuki’s shoes - leaving everyone doubling over in drunk laughter while Katsuki looked like he was about to kill Natsuo despite him being part of the Royal Family (and that being treason).

Tenya was quick to usher Natsuo over to the railing though, where he continued to gag and cough. Katsuki on the other hand, had stood up and was now cursing and yelling about his shoes before Monoma called out, “Dude, I love your shoes. What are those, Vomit-ino?”

Once again, the deck was filled with loud, drunken laughter as all of you doubled over.

“Louis Vleh-ton?”

“Bleh-lenciaga?”

“I’m going to kill all of you motherfuckers!”

You were practically dying from laughter at that point. Your stomach hurt and your eyes were watering while you leaned back. Unconsciously, you looked over to Shoto, expecting him to have broken his facade and doing the same, only to see that he was continuing to keep himself hidden with small chuckles and smiles, and sad eyes.

However, Natsuo throwing up was basically the sign that told you all it was time to get up. One by one, everyone began heading back to their room (starting with Natsuo of course), until only you, Momo, Itsuka, and Shoto were left.

“Okay, I’m exhausted now,” Momo yawned. “I have to go to bed now or else I’ll pass out.”

“Same,” Itsuka said as she stood up to reach her arms over her head. “We can talk more tomorrow.”

You stood up with the both of them, giving them a hug before watching them walk off. You let out a yawn while mentally deciding that it was probably time for you to go to bed too, or you’d be sluggish in the morning at the dock at Itsukushima.

More wind blew by and your mind went back to the jacket still wrapped over your shoulders, and you looked back at where the group had been sitting so you could give it back to Shoto before you forgot, only to see he wasn’t there. Standing across the deck, he was leaning against the railing and watching the ocean go by with a still remaining quiet look on his features.

You walked up to him slowly, sliding the jacket off your shoulders and into your arms while a shiver quickly ran through you once again. He hadn’t moved by the time you reached him, barely even noticing your presence. He only sighed lightly while you placed the coat on his arm silently.

“What do you think of this?” he asked, gesturing to the view past the railing.

“It’s beautiful,” you sighed. “I’ve always loved the ocean. What about you?”

“I agree. It is beautiful.”

A moment of silence passed, with only the sound of the waves tumbling far below to be heard besides your breathing. But there was a burning question in your mind, one that you couldn’t seem to make go away.

“Why were you so upset?”

“What?” he finally turned to face you.

“Earlier, when everyone was here and everyone was talking and laughing, you looked sad. Did we say something to offend you?”

“Oh, that,” he smiled and shook his head. “You didn’t do anything. It just made me think of some things.” And again, he was turned back to face the ocean - with the sad, light smile ghosting on his lips.

“You can talk to me,” you started. “I mean, we are going to be married soon enough, right?”

He turned to look back at you and sighed once more, his heterochromic eyes boring into yours before he spoke once more, “It sounds stupid to say, but I was jealous of the way you all act with each other.”

“What do you mean?” you blinked back.

“The freedom you all give each other. The fact that you even have those stories to share,” he paused. “I’ve never really experienced that up until now. It made me miss what I’ve lost all these years.”

His eyes were back on you in an instant, but noticed the way you were shivering and rubbing your arms again, before looking down to see his coat hanging over his own arm instead.

“Why’d you take the coat off?” Shoto asked as he clicked his tongue. “It’s cold up here.”

“Sorry,” you chuckled lightly while he draped it over your shoulders once more. “I thought I’d give it to you before I went to bed.”

“Keep it,” he stated easily. “I don’t need it.”

“...You never really answered my question.”

He let out a puff of breath before staring back at you with a silent look, seemingly contemplating his answer. It might’ve been a difficult subject for him to discuss, and you were almost about to apologize for being so forward but he interrupted you.

“I was born to take over the throne. That was the only reason my parents had me, or my father at least.” he started with a shaky breath. “Touya and Natsuo were deemed unfit from the beginning, and when I was born they were shoved aside even more. I lost my childhood to training and classes; there was no opportunity for me to live and breathe without a schedule in mind.”

You watched the way his chest trembled as he spoke, filled with deep anger and sadness that seemed like it finally allowed itself to spill out and show. But even then, it was still controlled, refined - and he made sure it never went far enough to raise his voice or cry. Just a quiet sadness that he let himself mull into, that he gave a small piece to you for observation, too scared to give too much.

“I’m sorry..” you stared back over the railing at the waves rolling below. “I can’t say I’ve experienced the same thing, or at least to the scale you did, but I was deemed almost useless by my parents until now; it seems like our marriage is the only use I’ll ever give them. They were ready to hand me off like a trophy without saying a word to me first.”

It was silent once again between the two of you, and you almost thought you’d shared too much.

But after mulling over it for a second, leaving your words almost hanging in the air for anyone to come and grab, he turned to you quickly and spoke. “Can I try something?”

You just blinked in response, until you finally found a piece of yourself to nod back.

He stepped closer towards you, and you watched the small bit of condensation that puffed up in the air in front of you. His hands shakily wrapped themselves around your cheeks, his thumb lightly ghosting over the cold skin. Your eyes stayed glued to his, watching as he observed you silently while biting the inside of your cheek. Only ragged breaths could be heard between the two of you now, while his face inched closer to yours in an agonizing pace - like he was asking for permission, giving you enough time to push him away if you hated it, or hated him.

Until finally, you pressed yourself forward, letting your eyes droop closed while feeling the softness of his lips against yours. The strength of his cologne smell was much stronger now, bold and heavy as it wrapped itself and drowned you in its scent.

The kiss stayed soft, quiet, and innocent - with him pulling away after only a few moments, leaving you staring back at him with an almost saddened look. He wasn’t willing to give you much of himself, and the kiss made that evident with its tenderness, it’s constraint.

Your heart was still pounding in your chest, with your stomach feeling like it was about to drop even as you pulled away, almost disappointed by that revelation.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I-”

“You don’t have to hold yourself back.”

You made sure his eyes met yours once more, and you saw the almost surprised look he was giving you. Longing remained heavy in them as the blue and gray swirled, and he swallowed quickly as his adams apple bobbed against his throat.

With nothing else said, his fingers had tangled themselves in your hair as you were pushed closer, and your lips met in a nippy, feverish way. You could practically feel as he dumped himself into you, trying so desperately to convey his emotions in this way so you would understand what he was feeling.

Without holding yourself back, you quickly gripped his cheeks and smushed yourself against him - meeting his almost harsh kiss. It should’ve been harsh, maybe, added with the cold wind nipping at your ears and fingers - but even though the intent was harsh, it was still soft and perfect in the way it was executed.

“I don’t- I don’t want you as a trophy,” Shoto breathed. “I’ve been one my whole life. I don’t want anyone else to experience it like I did.”

His forehead was resting on yours, and the short pants the two of you made began to slow back into regular rhythmic breathing. You felt warm in this space, allowing it to bubble in your chest and spread to your cheeks, despite the cold air around you.

“I want- I want to actually try this with you,” he stated. “I don’t want it to be forced.”

“I do too,” you murmured back.

You felt him slowly pull away, and looked up to see the little grin he was now adorning.

And it was one of the most beautiful things you’d seen all day.

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she's insignificant

chapter 9: i missed you.. say it back

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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"klaus?" y/n stepped upstairs, hoping he was home. she was worried after he disappeared but was relieved to feel him now. she wandered through the house, looking around for him. she called out as she walked.

finally, she caught sight of him in the bathtub. he looked distressed, eyes blown wide and flickering around in fear. with quicker steps she knelt beside the bath, reaching out and shaking his arm. "klaus?" she called but he didn't seem to hear her.

"klaus?!" she shouted, worried. he shot up, shaking. "hey, hey, are you alright?" she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, speaking softly so as not to startle him. he breathed heavily before staring blankly at her for a moment, eyes teary.

"klaus? what happened to you?" she slowly moved to take his hands, examining them. she frowned at the blood and dirt adorning them. where had he been?

klaus didn't answer her question for a while, instead sobbing quietly, leaning back in the tub. he looked broken, it was the worst she had ever seen her brother in his life. she could practically see his heart torn to shreds in his chest. not wanting to worsen his mood she reached for some soap and a cloth, letting go of his hands for a moment. she moved back to sit beside him. she took his left hand first, softly wiping away the blood and dirt. 

neither of them spoke for a while, both just enjoying the others presence. 

"i was worried" she eventually broke the silence, voice almost a whisper, "i couldn't feel your soul and i thought.. i thought we lost you"  there was a pause, "where did you go?"

klaus frowned, looking up at her now, eyes still glassy with emotion. "i met someone" he slowly begun, "i time travelled, back to 1968 in vietnam.. i fought in a war" he chuckled bitterly, "he was.. beautiful, i loved him- i love him more than myself.. we spent almost a year together before.. " he begun to choke up, eyes filling with fresh tears.

"hey, hey, it's okay" y/n reached a hand up, caressing his hair. she shifted so that she sat on the side of the bath and he could lean his head against her hip while she continued to thoroughly clean his hands. "i'm sure he was lovely. probably sweet and he'd have to be able to keep up with you" she gently teased, poking his wrist. he laughed feebly, nodding against her side.

"he was so sweet. very handsome, he was so supportive.." 

"he sounds perfect for you" y/n smiled sadly, wishing she could have done something to bring him back for klaus.

"he was perfect" klaus sighed shakily, whispering quietly. y/n didn't want him to spiral, he was probably hurting a lot right now. so, she continued talking, anything to help ease his pain. she knew it wasn't much in comparison but she couldn't just let him hurt. 

"i'm sure he would have done well at a family dinner" she joked, hoping to direct the conversation elsewhere. klaus laughed a bit louder, imagining him interacting with their family.

"oh, he'd be so intimidated" she smiled, "you'd all probably scare him off"

y/n gasped in mock offence, "i would not! i'd be very nice, thank you very much!"

"hm, i'm sure you would. i can't say the same for diego and luther though" klaus hummed, much more at ease now.

"what about five? he'd be so grumpy" y/n teased her brother and klaus chuckled too, "that's if he even showed up though" 

"the little gremlin, probably wouldn't even acknowledge us" 

"gremlin?" y/n snorted, "i suppose he always has been, huh? i have to say, he's a lot worse now than he was"

"now?" klaus raised his eyebrows, pulling back to look at her. he thought about it for a moment, "he's not too bad i guess, just doesn't want to ask for our help" 

"we never really talked much so i can't accurately comment on when we were younger but he's definitely a solo rider now" she nodded, 

"what about me?" klaus gave a small grin, 

"what about you?" she hummed, amused.

klaus rested back against her, "how have i changed?"

"you didn't change that much, i suppose" she paused her movements with the wash cloth, thinking about it. "i think you've matured though, you've been through a lot, we all have and we've all done it alone.. i guess that's just made us all grow up a bit more.. depressed then we should've. you're still the same though, you're still funny, you make me laugh, you're still drug obsessed.. you should stop but i know you probably won't.." she gently resumed washing the blood away. "you're familiar, i guess.. i really did miss you, you know?" 

klaus smiled, although it looked a sadder than before. "i know, little sis. i missed you too.. sometimes i wish i had taken you with me when i left but i knew i couldn't.. i'm sorry i left you all alone"

"mm, well.. it's okay, while i was lonely i'm glad you all found your own lives" she shrugged it off, calmly. she dropped his arm now, standing up. "now, come on, the water's probably cold by now" 

"hey.. little sis" klaus made her stop and pause for a moment. "i lied to you.. when we were younger"

"what do you mean?" she frowned,

"about ben.. he was there, he's always been there" klaus looked down, "i should have told you when you asked but i.. i was scared dad would realise i wasn't completely hopeless or some crap like that"

"no, no, i get it.. sort of" she smiled, "i lied to everyone as well"

they shared a soft look, both really having missed each other.

she then turned to wash the cloth in the sink while klaus got out, he pulled the plug and took a towel with him to his room. while she washed the cloth he dried off and got dressed. she looked up as she heard footsteps. using her powers she knew it was five. he stood in the doorway to klaus' room, looking at the bloody hand prints on the bathtub and the red trail that lead to his room.

he slowly walked into the room as klaus pulled a shirt on. he knocked softly,

"you okay?"

"yeah.. just uh long night" klaus shrugged it off, shirt hanging on his arms. noticing that he begun to pull it over his head.

"more than one from the looks of it" five stepped into the room.

"yup"

y/n wrung out the cloth, seeing as it was no longer red and left it on the side of the sink, folded over. she walked down the hall, grimacing at the trail klaus left.

"don't remember the dog tags" five pointed out as she stepped closer.

"yeah, they belong to a.. friend" klaus waved it off, pulling his shirt down.

"how 'bout that new tattoo?" five was obviously pushing him, wanting answers. 

"you know, i don't totally remember even getting it" klaus shrugged, "like i said, it was a long night"

"what are you questioning him for?" y/n spoke up, leaning against the door. klaus didn't need five picking on him right now. he glanced at her before looking between them.

"he did it.. didn't you?" he asked, smirking.

"what are you talking about?" klaus frowned, taking a seat.

"you know i can recognise the symptoms klaus" five walked further into the room, right up to him.

"symptoms of what?" 

"the jet lag, full body itch, the headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain" five paused, watching as klaus ran his hands down his face. "you gonna tell me about it?"

"your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you. they took me hostage instead" he

"and in return you stole their briefcase" five smirked,

"yeah, i thought there was money in it. or i could pawn it, you know, whatever" klaus looked away, sighing "and then i opened it.." he looked down and five begun pacing.

"and the next thing you knew, you were where? or should i say when?" he paused to look at klaus.

"what difference does it make?" klaus threw a hand up, annoyed.

"what diff-? okay, how long were you gone?" 

"almost a year" klaus sighed.

"a year.." five breathed before leaning in towards him. "do you know what this means?"

"yeah, i'm ten months older now" he joked, 

"no, this isn't any sort of joke, klaus. hazel and chacha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase" five leaned in, pausing his pacing "where is it now?"

"gone, i destroyed it. poof!" klaus made a motion with his hands,

"what the hell were you thinking?" five glared, speaking through gritted teeth,

"what do you care?" klaus annunciated, 

"what do i care?! i needed it, you moron- so i could- i could get back, i could start over!" five begun to yell, getting angry.

"just.." klaus stood, shaking his head. he was done.

"where are you going?" five asked, watching him walk away.

"interrogations over.. just.. leave!" klaus called back, annoyed.

"nice going, five" y/n called, rolling her eyes. five's head snapped towards her.

"nice going? y/n i needed that-" he seethed but she cut him off with a hiss,

"i don't care, that's not an excuse to harass your family. klaus is having a hard time right now and you just barged in here like you own the place, getting angry at him for getting kidnapped!"

"i don't have time-" five scowled, beginning to argue,

"for what, five?! for us? for your family?" y/n took a moment to calm down, glaring at him "you can save the world all you want but remember.. if you ruin your relationships with us, they can't be fixed with a simple equation" 

she was about to leave before five grabbed a piece of paper, sitting down and using his knee to write.

"what are you doing?" she leaned closer to get a good look,

"i have a plan" he simply stood up and walked to his room. what was he up to this time?

she followed along behind him, watching as he begun to write on his walls, having run out of books and paper. she sighed, flopping onto his bed, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing so that he would finally talk to her.

"ben.. he was there, he's always been there" he was there when she felt him in the room, she knew she wasn't crazy. would he be happy.. proud of her? would he have seen her fighting with her siblings? did he know about her powers and her efforts to find five? did he see all her training with dad and the long days she would study to help their brother? 

she wondered if her father could see it too.. could he see them all fighting? their problems all resurfacing? did he see her possess that assassin.. see what he didn't discover?

ben stood in the doorway, watching as five wrote away on the walls. he walked over to the bed, reaching out to take y/n's hand. he frowned when their skin never made contact, he only phased right through her. 

y/n frowned, sensing someone else. she sat up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and concentrating. ben stood in front of her, confused. he bent down to see her face clearly, her eyes were black..

"ben.." she whispered with a smile, her normal e/c eyes returning. the said boy smiled back, at least she knew.

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[cazimagines]

Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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Can u write an au where carol’s cat (goose) keeps sneaking into fem!reader’s apartment and so carol and reader communicate with each other thru notes they put on goose’s collar and they eventually fall in love (((:::::::

Goose's Best Friend

Summary: After a stranger's cat injured in your apartment one night, you decide to attach a short note to its collar to give your apologies. They lead to something you could have never expected.

Pairing: Army Pilot!Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2,792

It was the middle of the night, 2:57a.m., to be exact, when a loud crash shook you from the clutches of sleep. You sat up with a groan, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision enough to look at the clock on your nightstand. You swung your legs off the bed, eyes catching the shattered lamp on the ground. Fighting off the temptation to leave it on the ground for tomorrow, for fear that you might forget about it and slam your bare feet into the shards scattered around the floor, you slid your legs into some sweats and stood up.

You weren’t expecting, when you turned on the light, for something to move. When something darted around the corner you actually let out a high-pitched yelp, flying backwards and hitting your elbow hard off the corner of the nightstand. You felt tingling rush into the tips of your fingers as you tried desperately to comprehend what had just happened. Your breathing had already increased, and your heart was racing inside your chest. You took a hesitant step forward.

Despite being alone in the apartment, you flushed beet red in embarrassment when you found the creature you’d been so terrified of. The orange tabby cat stared up at you with wide eyes, letting out a quiet mew. Immediately your heart softened, its beat slowing down to a normal pace. When the cat made to step toward you, though, you immediately noticed the limp. Your eyebrows furrowed and you knelt down, letting it come to you. You reached out for its front leg, and it let you take it into your hand.

“Oh, sweet baby,” you muttered softly, wiping a bit of blood out of its fur with your thumb. “Come on. I think I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

It surely didn’t understand what you said, but it followed you when you stood up. It limped into the bathroom behind you, settling once it reached the tile floor. You reached into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the red case, propping it up on the countertop and opening it up. Quickly, you located the roll of bandages and the scissors that came with it. You pulled it out and got some wet paper towels. Once more you knelt down on the ground next to the tabby.

A black collar around its neck caught your attention. You reached out for the silver tag that hung from it and spoke aloud. “Goose. Well, Goose, there’s no phone number here for your owner. Guess I’ll have to fix you up and trust you can find your own way home, huh?”

He meowed in response.

You continued to wrap up his leg. When you finally finished, you tucked the first aid kit away again. You clicked your tongue a couple times in an attempt to get him to follow you again. The both of you headed toward the kitchen, where you rummaged through the fridge for the leftover chicken from dinner the night before last. You pulled some out and set it in a small dish on the floor, a sort of apology for your lamp having done such damage to the poor animal’s leg. He helped himself quickly. Meanwhile, you dug through one of your drawers.

You popped the cap off a pen and cut a small strip of paper, struggling to keep your writing small enough to fit.

There was no number on the collar, so I opted for this. Goose found his way into my apartment and had an unfortunate mishap. I patched him up and gave him a treat. I hope that’s okay. He should be alright.

Hope he feels better soon.

You rolled the note around the tabby’s collar and taped it in place. He’d finished his treat by now, so you led him back to the apartment door. When you opened it, he cast one glance back at you, eyes shining as if in gratitude, then scurried down the hall. Just as he turned out of sight, though, someone else moved into your peripheral vision. You could have scoffed when you saw who had wandered into the hallway. She spoke before you could close the door.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Fuck off, Danvers.”

“Captain Danvers,” she hummed, a wide smirk on her face as she twirled her keys around her finger.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed. “And next time you’re using your stripes to get random women in bed, be a little quieter, would you? Some of us around here have self-respect.”

You closed the door before she could respond to that.

You and Carol Danvers had hated each other for as long as you’d lived there. The two of you were like hot and cold, or night and day. She liked loud music and late nights whereas you liked a nice book and an early night. You were quiet and soft-spoken, and Carol was a bully. In fact, she was your bully. You’d never endured such teasing and taunting from anyone else before. It wasn’t her harsh words that got to you, though. In fact, you weren’t entirely sure what it was that got to you. Maybe it was her arrogance, or maybe it was her ignorance for anyone around her. It didn’t matter.

Carol Danvers brought out a side of yourself that you didn’t know existed. You’d only have to hear a single word fall from her lips or see a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye, and instantly any semblance of a good mood would dissipate and fade into annoyance. The hatred you held for her made your blood boil in your veins at the mere sight of her stupid, cocky smirk. You sometimes wished you could just reach out and slap that stupid smirk off her stupid face.

You pushed the blonde from your mind, heading back to bed. Hopefully, the coming day would be one that didn’t involve the blonde captain.

*

It was three days later that a quiet meow caught your attention. It tore your gaze from the TV, and you glanced toward the source of the sound. The face that was watching you immediately brought a smile to your face. You pat the couch beside you and the tabby jumped up, settling onto the blanket. You ran your hand across his head, watching his eyes close in content. You were about to turn your gaze back to the TV when you noticed the paper around his collar. It wasn’t the same one you put there. You reached out for it and removed it, careful not to rip it, and unrolled it. You flicked on the lamp.

Sorry about him. He wanders around the building. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten into someone’s room. If you fed him, he’ll probably come back to you (which I don’t mind, so long as you don’t mind that he’ll keep coming back). That’s how I know you’ll get this. So, thank you for patching him up. The vet would’ve cost more. You were right. He was just fine.

Rolled up with it was a twenty-dollar bill. You chuckled, immediately standing up off the couch. You pulled a small treat out of the fridge as you passed it, Goose trotting into the kitchen at the sight. You handed it to him and he took it happily, chowing down as you stood up straight again and continuing on your journey toward the notepad on the counter. Once again you ripped a small piece of paper out of it, ripping the cap of the pen off with your teeth and holding it there as you brought the pen down to meet the paper.

It seems so. You were right. He came back. He’s a sweet boy. I truly enjoy his visits. I don’t get many of them, so he’s welcome here whenever he pleases. And I don’t need this. Keep it.

You knelt down on the ground to Goose once again. He sat still for you as you wrapped the bill around his collar, wrapped the note around it, and then taped them both in place. Once more, you led him back to the apartment door, opened it up for him, and let him into the hallway. He rubbed his head against your calf once more before dashing out of sight. You shut the door behind him.

*

You huffed as you stormed into the lobby of the apartment building. Work had not treated you well that day. All you wanted was to head upstairs, put on your coziest pyjamas, order takeout, cuddle into the couch, and watch a movie or two. It was all you needed to wash away the horrible day and ease the stress that was weighing so heavily on your chest. You only wanted to pick up your mail before you did, but apparently, the universe had other ideas.

“Looking for some mail from your mommy?”

Danvers was the last person you wanted to deal with today. You didn't even bother to grumble a response to your neighbour, who was still in uniform as she stepped up beside you and unlocked her own mailbox. You were going to step away without a single word, but once more, you didn’t get your wish. Carol snickered at something, making you slam your box shut with far more force than necessary.

“What, pray tell, is so fucking funny?” You snapped.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing. Nice keychain.”

The keychain was a souvenir one you’d gotten from your trip to Disney with your family a few years ago. It was a picture of you and your brothers all wearing Mickey Mouse ears and sticking your tongues out at the camera. If anyone else had said the words, you would have blushed and thanked them. When Carol said the words, you shoved the keys in your pocket and shot a glare so harsh that it would have killed if it could have.

“You’re a dick, Danvers.”

“Captain Danvers,” she corrected once more.

“Look, this whole army pilot thing might work on those girls you pick up from god knows where, but I’ve met you,” you sneered. “You use this uniform for detestable things, Danvers. It’s disgusting.”

You stormed away.

When you unlocked your door and stepped into your apartment, however, you found that you wouldn’t need pyjamas or takeout or movies to make you feel better. Your new best friend was sitting on your couch as if he had been waiting for you to arrive home. You dropped your bag at the door and moved to sit with him immediately. After stroking his head absentmindedly for a bit, you noticed the new note.

Take it. Please? Come on, you’re going to make Goose sad if you don’t. You’re going to make me sad if you don’t.

Attached with the note, again, was that same twenty-dollar bill. You rolled your eyes as you moved into the kitchen once more, handing Goose a few of the cat treats you’d bought for him. He accepted them happily as, for the third time, you prepared to write a note for Goose’s mystery owner. You didn’t even bother to sit down, hunching over the counter in a way that your back probably wouldn’t have thanked you for. You scribbled on the paper.

I’m sure Goose won’t mind at all. As for you? Well, I don’t really know you, do I? Just keep the damn money, will you? You know, Goose is going to gain a few pounds if you keep sending him back here.

Sincerely, Goose’s new best friend

After a few pats to the head, you sent Goose off with that. He was back later that day.

Goose’s best friend,

Goose does mind. He wants you to keep it. Please? Besides, if we keep attaching it with scotch tape to a wandering cat, it’s going to get lost. You wouldn’t want that, now, would you? I sure wouldn’t. As for the treats, I’ll make sure to walk him a bit more. Wouldn’t want to lose my new favourite pen pal over a couple extra pounds on the cat.

- Goose’s mom

This time, there were two twenties attached. You chuckled at that. Goose was gobbling down his treat as you wrote.

Goose’s mom,

I think that’d be quite a sight to see, you walking Goose down the street. Guess if I ever see Goose leashed and with some random woman on the street, I’ll know what you look like.

- Goose’s best friend

P.S. Just donate the money. Seriously.

As if it were habit by now, you reattached the bills, added your note, and sent the tabby out the door once again. You headed back to what you’d been doing.

It wasn’t long before the next reply.

Goose’s best friend,

Here, I’ll help you build the image. I’m 23, blonde, and about 5’6”. I’m in the army, so I’d probably still be in uniform after work. Oh, and Goose’s leash is blue, and he has a grey harness for walking.

- Goose’s mom

P.S. I split the $40 between the humane society and the local shelter

You once more had to laugh at the stranger. Of course, you immediately moved to respond. As much as you didn’t want to kick Goose out, you wanted her to get your answer as soon as possible. You grabbed your notepad.

Goose’s mom,

You sound cute.

- Goose’s mom’s best friend

It was a short note this time. You were having fun, though, and you wanted to tease your new friend a little. You attached the note to Goose and let him run off.

Once more, Goose returned with a new reply.

Best friend,

You didn’t give me anything in response. I’m offended.

- Goose’s mom’s best friend’s best friend

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way she’d signed her newest note. A pang of confidence hit your chest. You scribbled on the note.

Goose’s cute mom,

Let’s go for coffee then. 2B. I’m free when you are.

- Girl with a crush

*

You regretted sending that last note. You’d never gone more than 12 hours without communicating with the mystery note sender. You’d grown quite fond of the little pieces of communication you’d exchanged with her. It was actually the highlight of your day, on most days. Since sending that last one, though, you’d yet to hear back from her. It’d been four days now. You were quite upset about it, and decided the best way to fix that was some loud music. Maybe it’d piss Danvers off as much as she pissed you off.

When there was a loud knock on the door, you immediately assumed that you’d sure pissed someone off. Of course, they’d complain about you and not her. Everyone loved Carol fucking Danvers. You wished you could whirl the door open and shout at whoever was on the other side, but knew yourself better than that. You’d probably open it up and apologize, then turn the volume down and wallow in your misery to the sound of softer music.

That is, if it were anyone but Danvers.

“What? Just now realizing how damn annoying it is to hear loud music blaring from the apartment directly below yours?” You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off, Danvers.”

You went to slam the door, but she stuck her hand in. It must’ve been a little harsher than you meant to, because she shook her fingers out when she retracted them. You didn’t apologize, because you didn’t even feel bad. She deserved it after giving you two years of hell having to live in the apartment below her. You’d not have been surprised if one day she invited an elephant into her room just so she could make as much noise in your apartment as possible.

As you were about to make another snarky remark, though, you noticed something. That cocky glint that was usually shining in her brown eyes was missing. She wasn’t even meeting your eyes. Her gaze was cast to the door beside your head, locked to the bronze numbers that were screwed into it. You raised a single eyebrow, waving your hand in front of her face to get her attention. She blinked as if coming out of a trace, looking back to you.

“What do you want, Danvers?” You snapped when she wouldn’t speak.

She didn’t answer. She only held out a small piece of paper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but took it from her. The handwriting was one you’d seen so many times.

Goose’s best friend,

Coffee it is. But I’m paying. I still owe you.

- A girl who also has a crush, Carol Danvers